I just write whatever I feel at that moment. Then I read it again, make a few changes, and refine it until it feels right. Most of it simply comes from my thoughts, feelings, and little things I experience.
Somewhere Between Light and Distance ⭐
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Dark tristan
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My senior is a living poet
Dark tristan
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Ennaku oru 5 line sollungaOh I see
Siyaa004
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Somewhere Between Light and Distance
Some connections are not meant to be held tightly… perhaps they are meant to be felt, even from afar.
The moon never runs after the night.
It doesn't ask where the night has been, who else it has met, or why it sometimes hides behind the clouds. It simply remains what it is—quietly shining whenever it can.
There are nights when the moon feels close enough to touch, and nights when it seems impossibly distant. Sometimes clouds come between them, sometimes darkness stretches for hours, yet neither tries to force the other to stay.
Perhaps some connections are meant to be like that.
To care without constantly reaching.
To miss without demanding.
To be present without needing to be noticed.
To give space without turning that space into distance.
The moon doesn't become less beautiful because the night isn't looking at it. And the night doesn't stop being a night because the moon temporarily disappears.
Perhaps that's the quiet lesson—
not to measure a connection by how often someone is beside you, how quickly they return, or how much attention they give.
Some bonds don't need to be held tightly to remain meaningful.
Sometimes, all that's needed is to keep the light, let the other person have their own sky, and trust that what is genuine doesn't need to be chased or constantly proven.
No chasing.
No holding.
No proving.
Just a quiet presence that remains, even from a distance.
Oo i seee then you suppose to be poet miss you have good pov
Oo niceI used to express a few of my own thoughtsthrough poems in my own language.
Baron_Smith
Newbie
Holding too much would break off.
Somewhere Between Light and Distance
Some connections are not meant to be held tightly… perhaps they are meant to be felt, even from afar.
The moon never runs after the night.
It doesn't ask where the night has been, who else it has met, or why it sometimes hides behind the clouds. It simply remains what it is—quietly shining whenever it can.
There are nights when the moon feels close enough to touch, and nights when it seems impossibly distant. Sometimes clouds come between them, sometimes darkness stretches for hours, yet neither tries to force the other to stay.
Perhaps some connections are meant to be like that.
To care without constantly reaching.
To miss without demanding.
To be present without needing to be noticed.
To give space without turning that space into distance.
The moon doesn't become less beautiful because the night isn't looking at it. And the night doesn't stop being a night because the moon temporarily disappears.
Perhaps that's the quiet lesson—
not to measure a connection by how often someone is beside you, how quickly they return, or how much attention they give.
Some bonds don't need to be held tightly to remain meaningful.
Sometimes, all that's needed is to keep the light, let the other person have their own sky, and trust that what is genuine doesn't need to be chased or constantly proven.
No chasing.
No holding.
No proving.
Just a quiet presence that remains, even from a distance.
Baron_Smith
Newbie
It happens.. that's what physics says