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Howl's Moving Castle (2004)

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He does not know, that the world pauses for him, breath held,

Watching the art of him falling, calling it beauty While he calls himself blank.

If only you knew, how spellbound I am for you, watching the chaos of you, turning into stillness,

Watching your sorrow as it knows how to make everything shine.

(Darjeeling’21)

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“You are the moon to me because…”

Every time I look up at you or at the moon, a bittersweet symphony of envy and love washes over me, as if the silver orb is a distant lover, casting its ethereal glow upon my heart. It hangs there, a celestial muse, draped in a veil of mystery, illuminating the sky with a brilliance that feels both inviting and unattainable. I find myself lost by its serene beauty, longing to touch its surface, to share whispered secrets with the stars that shimmers around it. Yet, in that longing, a pang of envy stirs within me, for the moon is adored by all who look up, while I remain a mere observer, tethered to the earth. I am both enchanted and tormented, caught in the delicate balance between admiration and desire, knowing that while the moon will always shine brightly above, my heart will forever yearn for its light.

Inferno by Dante Alighieri (translated by John Ciardi) Paolo and Francesca da Rimini | Amos Cassioli, William Dyce, Gaetano Previati, Gustave Doré, Ary Scheffer, Nicola Monti

seeking, yearning, reaching hands

“Hoping for a glimpse of the warmth we once shared…”

Because in the quiet corners of my mind, shades of blue line these walls, each hue a whisper of memories I cannot bear.

They peel themselves from the starless sky, slipping into my bed on nights when sobriety is a fickle friend, and the days offer little solace, each amber light a reminder of you.

But every golden ray falls short, just shy of three PM, when I find myself in a crowded bar, lost among laughter that feels like a distant echo.

There you are, woven into the fabric of strangers' laughs, your essence lingering in a song I've skipped four times on this lonely drive to nowhere.

We exist in that second booth by the window, in the fleeting joy of a good day spent with faces that are not yours.

Even your absence brings the ghost of you to the party, especially your absence— it makes our gathering all the more vital, as if to defy the void you left behind.

Yet within these painted blue walls, darkness reigns supreme, and no light can alter this melancholy hue.

I am forever haunted by your specter, a bittersweet reminder that love lingers long after it has faded.