Some posts may contain emotionally sensitive content,
including depression.
The Last Day of 2023
Here in this city,
I find peace in anonymity.
But at the same time,
I tremble at the thought of being unknown.
Not This World, But That One
9th July
I didn’t want to get pulled in by a title like
“Love of the Extremist.”
I didn’t want to empathize
with shattered souls ruined by living at extremes.
Secret Garden
Feb -
Between Mental Illness and Kindness
Love:
It’s a fragile thing, easily broken, prone to disappearing.
A mirage in modern society—nothing more.
Ruminations
I also think about the words of a suicide survivor:
“I’ll try dying well next time.”
Sometimes, I understand that sentiment too well.
05:48
but we—soaked and weightless—felt cool and refreshed.
Our cigarettes kept getting wet in the stream,
but somehow, it just added to the charm.
It was summer, through and through.
You are not a foolish person.
But in love, you’re gloriously foolish.
And I love that foolishness.
I love your soft, fearless vulnerability.
Truly—I do.
If it weren’t for you,
I think I would have grown into a much poorer person—
someone clumsy with love,
ⓒ 2025 Moussy
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