Words never spokenbut felt…deeplike a quiet ache that never really leaves still love youeven after all thatit hurtsbut it’s love…and that makes it worse I smile like it’s all okayCos no one really asks twiceand even if they dothey never stay long enough to listen this is minemy painmy storymy own quiet mess And yeti’m…
Began like all sweet stories doeyes meetingsmiles stretchingtime forgetting how to tick there was laughter tucked in late-night talkssilly promisesand dreams drawn in the skywith nothing but hope felt like magiclike maybe…just maybe…this was the kind of lovethat would outlast everything But lifeas it doeschanged the rhythmwith its lessonsits messits timingthat never asks permission brought…
It’s not just a feelingnot just wordsbut something deepera quiet knowinga steady flamethat doesn’t flickerwith the wind not fireworksnot some grandfleeting rushbut the warmthof a candleburning through stormssoft constantnever demandingto be seen handsthat don’t just holdbut understand eyesthat don’t just lookbut see silencethat isn’t emptybut fullheavier than wordslouder than noisesaying thingslips never do not a…
eyes wander, thoughts unfolda soft smile, emotions toldmemories flicker, tender and truein her gaze, feelings come through a tender moment unfoldssoftly, without rush or needin stillness, her thoughts blendholding the essence of now a quiet ache lingerssubtle and deep withinin silence, something shiftsfelt but unspoken the weight of unsaid wordsa breath held tighther eyes will…
time moves, but i stayseasons change, but i lingermemories warm, then fadeheart aches, do you feel? nights are long, days emptylove whispers, now distantstuck in the past, waitinghoping for you, dreaming tears fall, heart yearnssearching for you, you’re gonelonely nights, endless thoughtslove fades, yet remains life moves on, i wonderwas it real or fleeting?in silence,…
made this rangoli on diwali using flowers felt like a tiny piece of calm i could hold for a while the light never askswho’s watchingit just shines petals don’t count daysthey just bloomfor as long as they can maybethat’s How It Iseverything changeslike these petalsone day brightnext day gonebut somehowthe beauty stays maybe it hides…
some days…don’t ask for answersthey just ask for breathto sit with the achewithout calling it pain maybepeace isn’t a place we reachbuta softness we learn to carry with what still hurtsandwhat still hopes know what, life sometimes has this strange way of pausing us mid run.one moment you’re fine and the next… it’s like someone…
they curledlike secretsnot deadnot lostjust tiredquiet waiting for the wind…to carry them or rain…soft enough to listenas it falls
One year of SereneSia… and a lot of feelings. Okay… so this one’s personal. Like, really personal.It’s been one whole year since I created this little blog- SereneSia.And it slowly became home. When I started this, I didn’t have some big plan. I wasn’t thinking numbers or likes or even who’s gonna read it.I just…
It is windunseen, truestirs the heartwhispers tooa toucha quiet feel so mucheach glanceeach sighsays more thanmeets the eyeand lingers….long after goodbye
You know what no one really prepares you for? That quiet shift in life where you stop feeling the need to explain yourself. Where you stop reacting, stop proving, stop stretching yourself thin just to be understood. It doesn’t happen overnight, it comes in slowlythrough tiny cracksbroken expectationsone sided effortsand those you’ve changed comments It’s…
In the spacewhere days had no namesnights had no endhe sat therestill…waiting for somethingor someonewhile the storm kept shoutingthe sea flowed restlesstime forgot himso did the worldbut in that silencehe waited… just in case
So here’s something strange I’ve been noticing lately… Every few days, I get a bunch of new email subscribers. And not just one or two, but a whole set of them. But the weird part? Their names look totally off. Random combos, no clear identity, almost like someone just mashed the keyboard. I’ve deleted them…
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