ೃ⁀➷ To Solis,
my dawn's kiss,
whose light beams
cut through the mist,

I wonder which cosmic force conspired to ensnare me in your orbit, unfurling the portal to my realm that remained off-limits, ensconced away from the scrutiny of the world and the intrusion of uninvited interlopers. Yet, there you stood, daring to venture into the uncharted depths I had kept concealed for eons.

I watched with equal parts fascination and trepidation as you deftly traversed the maze of defenses, threading through the labyrinthine corridors of my heart with the grace of a nimble dancer executing a well-rehearsed waltz, leaving me bewildered by the ease with which you unraveled the walls I had built.

I found myself painting an audacious picture of your past life, crafting a bold portrait of you as a dauntless thief. The forbidden seemed to be your playground, where you danced with danger and orchestrated feats. Do you know what crossed my mind? You must have been an old soul with a history of stealing hearts, leaving a trail of enamored souls in your wake.

But as I look back, perhaps I was simply being foolish, indulging in whimsical fantasies to make sense of the connection we shared. It becomes evident that there was no need for thievery or deception, for I willingly laid bare the fortress, surrendering to the allure of your presence.

And now, as I survey the aftermath, I am forced to confront the harsh truth—I have failed in my duty. The sole responsibility I held slipped through my fingers like sand, and I can feel the searing sting of that defeat.

In my attempt to protect myself, I unwittingly granted you access to the most fragile parts of me.

As much as it pains me to admit, my efforts fell short, and the walls I had erected crumbled like ancient ruins under the weight of your influence. Now I was left defenseless and exposed to emotions I had painstakingly buried, and this realization is deeply unsettling.

I wrestle with inner turmoil—to retreat and rebuild those formidable walls, or to yield to the current that has swept me toward you. I find myself caught in this dichotomy, each part of me vying for dominance. My human rationality demands caution and restraint, but I am a moth drawn to your flame.

no longer
tethered by
obscure tasks,
my wary heart now
lays bare before you,
waiting to be
c h e r i s h e d  or  c r u s h e d .

The moon, scorched by your touch,
Celest .ೃ࿐