The place he deemed his little haven—serene, yet loud.
Thoughts drifted like ashes in the snow, amidst the chaos.
He spilled his soul with grace, with no eyes to cast him low.
He saw a spark in every word shared, and valued each bond.
Kind enough to let in and let go, even when the heart said otherwise.
He made mistakes, learned from them—but where did he slip?
Never skilled in the craft, yet he stayed undeterred.
Why do the lights go off when they should be on? Why the silent judgment?
He carried warmth in cold rooms, though no one ever asked him to.
Bore storms behind soft smiles, and still held out hope.
If no one truly saw him—did he ever really glow?
Thoughts drifted like ashes in the snow, amidst the chaos.
He spilled his soul with grace, with no eyes to cast him low.
He saw a spark in every word shared, and valued each bond.
Kind enough to let in and let go, even when the heart said otherwise.
He made mistakes, learned from them—but where did he slip?
Never skilled in the craft, yet he stayed undeterred.
Why do the lights go off when they should be on? Why the silent judgment?
He carried warmth in cold rooms, though no one ever asked him to.
Bore storms behind soft smiles, and still held out hope.
If no one truly saw him—did he ever really glow?