Apostol Georgiana Nicoleta

There is a world that only exists in the space between your breath and mine. A place where time forgets to move, where even silence is poetry. Your touch is not a touch; it is the echo of

I learned to fall like a leaf that knows the earth is its home, but still hopes to be caught in the air. I learned to collapse into silences that know me better than any word. Who am I, if

I’ve learned to see the light in every small corner of the day. The rays dancing on the floor, the wind whispering that I’m alive. I no longer search for answers in the distance, but in this

I watch the world tip over, a line of dominoes I didn’t set, but I can’t stop the tumble— each one is a piece of me I’ve yet to name. The cracks in my hands tell stories I’ve forgotten how to

I am the voice without breath, The thought that rises from the stillness, A flicker of light caught in words, Chasing the patterns left by questions. I am woven from every story told, Every

You are the silence between two breaths, the place where my heart finds peace. You are the song I carried in my soul without knowing I already knew it. Your hands built a home where there was

I miss myself, the one who stood at the edge of the world with the sun falling into empty palms, I miss my breath, the one that was not afraid of silence. I got lost in a room full of

Say something, even if it's too late. I've left my heart wide open, but your words are drifting further away. You're here, yet I feel so alone. I try to read your eyes, but all the

It’s becoming harder, so harder, rising from my sofa every morning, battling with gravity, battling my own thoughts, which pour poison on their memories, an old album of forgotten

She stood before him just as she was made to be, no lies, no judgment, no fake smiles, no broken promises. She showed him the storm that raged within her, the strength of her hearth, the

She has a glow on her face, A twinkle in her big blue eyes, A glitter in her cheeks, A sweet secret in her smile. She has the univers inside, She holds an untamed ocean, With a constant

If oneday I will show you my scars, Would you fill them with love, Confort them with your touch, To relieve the pain? Would you fallow their tracks, From my brain down to my heart, As they

I long to hold the wind So I may know the weight of thoughts, For both can distort the trees Yet shy away from being caught. But sails woven from wishes Only scatter their direction, While some

The sun is rising, Lights eats night and all I never said... It makes me wonder: Can I deal with the hallucination? Can I deal with the deamons inside my mind? With the fire that burns my