The Ruin Script

a sanctuary of verses—where silence shatters, wounds speak, and the condemned are silenced in flesh.

Category: Fragments and Ruins

  • he was blind, but not in the way most people think. he could see everything—but never me. he knew i loved flowers, yet never plucked one when we walked past. he knew i loved handwritten letters, yet never wrote a single line. he knew i loved sunrises and sunsets, yet never paused to watch the…

  • “how do you stir your coffee?” she asked. “the usual,” i said. “just like how everyone does.” between the silence, i wondered why it mattered. i asked her why. “i knew it,” she said. “just like the others, or whatever rhythm the hand finds. but have you ever tried stirring your coffee counterclockwise?” counterclockwise. the…

  • it’s almost christmas. i was nineteen the last time i remember celebrating it. that was 2023, back when the season still had weight in my hands, when laughter felt warm instead of distant. now, christmas arrives like a visitor i no longer recognize, standing at the door, knocking softly while i pretend to be asleep,…

  • we were sitting on the sand, the sun melting into the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of gold and rose. she turned toward me, just for a moment, and smiled—a small, quiet smile that made the world feel heavier and lighter at once. her hand brushed against mine, slow and deliberate, and in that…

  • i’m 21. when i was twelve, i thought this age would already belong to someone else’s hands. we all did. back then, love was a timeline—partner at twenty, engagement at twenty-five, marriage at twenty-eight. it felt certain, almost guaranteed. innocence made it simple. we didn’t know yet how easily life bends plans until they no…

  • i always believe:emotions are only distractions. they cloud thought, distort perception, and interfere with the clarity needed to survive. extreme happiness brings excruciating pain. every joy carries its shadow; every attachment demands payment. if you cannot bear the consequence, you must bear the silence instead. this is a truth i learned early:feeling too much is…

  • i grew up distant. from my family, friends, and people i barely knew. a kind of distant that does not use words, but feeling. growing up, i used to believe that depending meant weakness—and still, to this day, i stand by the same belief. my parents did not teach me the roman alphabet, not even…

  • i remember the day i begged the heavens to let me see you again. the air trembled with thunder, and the world felt hollow beneath my knees. i was drenched, bruised by my own pleading, whispering your name like prayer, like confession. “please…” i said. “just once. let me see her again.” the sky did…

  • the bus ride felt endless, the road lined with memories i tried to forget. my grandparents thought i came to visit, to rest from the city, but the truth is, i came because i’m finally ready. it’s been years since i last set foot in my grandparents town—quiet, unchanged, and cruelly familiar—used to be the…

  • the clock keeps bleeding. i find myself watching the blood drip—one by one. my thoughts began to drift, lost in a vast sea, carried by tides that know no shore. the waves inside me whisper your name—soft and hollow, like a memory begging to be remembered. was it real, or just a hallucination painted by…

  • today is the 20th, saturday. it is already 14:39. 20th of september doesn’t ring a bell, this is just a usual day. however, this day feels odd. something inside me is knocking to be acknowledged, i don’t know what it is. or maybe i am just being delusional? i woke up maybe around 11am? i…

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