The Stillness Archive

i was the traveler who had always been drawn to the horizon, and u are the city i promised to return to.

sydney, a city that has never learned to stand still. it was always moonlit and forever restless.

but u know that i am, melbourne, a city u grow into rather than simply pass through. it was always stormy, yet it always remains steady.

u lied to me. u fucking swore that u were ready for the cold weather and u even mentioned u’d pack light. but, i alreay knew u didn’t like carrying ur bag. u did not like enduring the cold. u did not like my storms.

u were the hunger i never knew how to satisfy. u were always looking for something more. a person who is always craving for something spicier. but at that moment, i already realized i was just a taco in your left hand, forgotten, especially since u hated using that hand.

i was left there

i was left there in one of the mexican restaurants at sunset in front of bondi beach,

spilling over, too much, half-eaten, and will never be enough.