Longed-for wishes—

all that we long for

roots entwined in the corner.

Let them bloom, let them bear fruit naturally;

I glance at them from time to time,

though they are never mine.

Entangled heartstrings become their soil,

yet in detachment

I find peace that comes from wanting nothing.

Over time, they grow more vivid—

a secret garden tucked

in the corner of myself.

I drift there,

gazing at the shadows of my desires,

the echoes of my yearning…

loading thoughts.

Loss outweighs gain.

Fine, never mind.

My heart has shattered,

my tears have fallen.

Love itself carries no sin — UnSin

and what cuts the deepest?