TAILIAN'S DIARY :)

𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞’𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐀 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐀 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭...

Memories of your every happy bark, Memories of us walking together in the dark. Your echoing paws once ruled the earth, A spirit untamed, a soul of mirth. Loyal sentry with eyes so wise, A love unwavering, no goodbyes. The wind still hums your joyful song, Yet silence reminds me you've been gone. But in my heart, your spirit stays, A beacon of love through endless days.

If dreams were real and stars could speak, I’d chase the echoes, soft and sleek. I'd walk on clouds, embrace the night, Dance with the moon in silver light. If dreams were real, I'd paint the skies, With whispered hopes and firefly eyes. Mountains would move at my command, Oceans would rise to kiss the sand. If dreams were real, no tears would fall, Lost voices would answer to every call. Love would bloom in an endless hue, And hearts would never break in two. But dreams are fleeting, shadows bright, They fade like mist in morning light. Yet in my soul, they still ignite, A world unseen, but burning white. For dreams may vanish, slip, and stray, Yet deep within, they light the way .

The autumn leaves drift, gold and bright, Whispers of change in fading light. Like rustling winds that call my name, I shed my past, no soul the same. Winter wraps the world in white, A frozen hush, a silent night. Yet in the cold, I start to see, Even in loss, there’s growth in me. Spring arrives on petals light, Hope reborn in colors bright. With every bloom, my heart revives, A spirit waking, dreams alive. Then summer sings in golden hue, The sunlit days, the skies so blue. Yet warmth won’t last, the tides will turn, And once again, my soul will learn. For time moves on, the old must fade, And in its place, new selves are made. Like seasons shift, so do we grow, Through sun and storm, through joy and woe.

Dear me, in days I’ve yet to know, Through time’s embrace, how did you grow? Do dreams still shimmer in your sight, Or did they fade with passing light? Have you found the place you seek, A voice now strong, no longer meek? Did love arrive and choose to stay, Or did it slip, then drift away? The roads I walk feel vast, unsure, Yet tell me—did I endure? Did every tear, each sleepless night, Shape you into something bright? If burdens weigh upon your chest, Remember, once, you dared your best. And if you smile, if peace is near, Then know, I send my love from here.