lost within

time does not pass anymore

it devours

each second dissolving into the next

with a quiet, merciless precision

and i

i stand in the middle of it

unraveling

terrified

that i will misplace myself

somewhere between who i was

and who i am expected to become

my body feels transient

like a borrowed vessel

aching under the weight of unspoken things

my dreams linger

unfinished, unsheltered

like fragile constellations

fading before they are ever named

and love

love terrifies me the most

it arrives like a storm

intoxicating, consuming (hard to digest)

yet leaves behind the haunting suspicion

that it was never meant to stay

so i beg for stillness

i try to quiet my thoughts

but they surge

restless, relentless

colliding against the walls of my mind

as though silence itself is something to fear

i restrain my heart

thread it with caution

teach it restraint

because devotion this profound

feels indistinguishable from ruin

and in this dissonance

between longing and retreat

i begin to understand

it is not merely time that escapes me

but the fragments of my own existence

because what frightens me most

is not solitude

but the possibility

that when everything finally comes to rest

there will be nothing left of me

to witness it

---

a small note

i need to pause

before i lose myself in my own words.

-khizra