The only one to laugh

The only one to cry

the only one to feel

When we said goodbye

In quiet corners lost

A shadow cast the night

A shadow passed the light

A tear, a spark will pass

The only one alas

In quiet corners last

Someone takes a picture
A snapshot of laughter
Caught in glass

Lightening in bottle

Paused in a heartbeat ,
The world pauses, a heartbeat ,
Someone takes a picture
Someone takes a picture

You know you can’t repeat it

It’s always just a feeling

You know you can’t repeat

& it only comes to nothing

but my god it feels like somehting

It’s only just a feeling

but it’s life, you can’t repeat it

and eternity calls.

held in quiet grace.

In shadows cast where silence dwells,
A fragile heart, the story tells,
Of moments lost and whispers faint,
Yet in the quiet, hope’s refrain.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
In sorrow’s grip, a lesson sought,
Amidst the tears, a spark will pass,
The only one to laugh—alas.

With every jest, the world takes flight,
The light that cuts through darkest night,
In laughter’s arms, we find our way,
A fragile strength that’s here to stay.

In quiet corners
Where laughter echoes worn and tried,

Ideas flicker in stillness of a quiet mind,
thoughts drift softly, out of sight.

lost to routine but slow,
A whisper forms,vast.

like summer rain, twirl and sing,
a whispered wing. fades from view,
In silence, calm,
parks of strangers

beyond comfort's end,
we may find,
ties that bind.

In the shadows cast by laughter, I observe the world unfold during a misty night. Moments of joy seem to slip away, eluding my grasp like a whisper in the dark.In shadows of dusk where memories take flight,
We dance with reflections that fade from the light.
A tapestry woven, each thread tells a tale,
Yet time’s gentle hand makes the vividness pale.

The echoes of laughter, like whispers in night,
Draw us to moments that once felt so bright.
But the hands of the clock, they don’t hold us tight,
They guide us away from what slipped out of sight.

Now standing at crossroads, we pause to decide,
To cling to the past or let present abide.In shadows deep where echoes dwell,
The heartache lingers, hard to quell.
What once was whole, now drifts and frays,
In the silent void where memory sways.

The yearning grows with every glance,
Each whisper lost in life's cruel dance.
For moments cherished, now adrift,
In the search for solace, the spirit shifts.

Yet through the loss, a lesson we glean,
That love's true essence lies in the unseen.
With each farewell, a seed is sown,
In the soil of grief, new strength is grown.
For silence, though heavy, invites us to dream,
A canvas for futures, a chance to redeem.

Each dawn is a canvas where stories ignite,
With colors of hope that can pierce through the night.
So let us embrace what each moment can bring,
For life is a rhythm, and we are the string.

In the quiet, we learn to let go and invite,
New memories waiting beyond the twilight.
For though the past whispers, it’s time to take flight,
Into the embrace of the dawn's gentle light.