Here are my fingers as I touch you through images with prose and poems that are no longer part of reality. Asking again if you will be in the picture with me again soon— If you will stay there and won't be cropped out later.
Here I am as I read your last online post, telling the world that no one loves you. Here I am aching for not letting you know all of the love I kept only for you.
Here I am telling myself that these are the results of what I did and what I said in the past. Filtered memories we once shared become my physical pain. Wishing these are all just memories in the back of my head but instead, they turned into an ocean of regrets. Wishing I will wake up in the morning and you're gone in my head.
Here I am wishing this story will be the last thing I write about you."
—Jhunamae Moja (the show, smnllyl)
Journal Date: 05.08.23
