I interviewed the haze (it lied!)
the haze pushes me around in a maze
loneliness is a drug
held down
never held
never enough
always too much
my fate has nothing but slides—never ending excruciating hurting dark—slides for my feelings and my heart.
no one to talk to but the bottles and the smoke and the haze haze haze
heart’s racing
heart’s sliding
no hands wanna hold
no hands wanna hold.
slipping away.
breaking.
no one.
tearing up.
none.
— nishtha (03.06.2026)
i know the haze,
i know how loneliness can sit beside u so long it starts introducing itself as truth.
how bottles become better listeners than people,
how silence grows teeth,
how every night feels like nobody is coming.but i think abyss is a liar.
it tells u that because nobody is here now,
nobody will ever be here.it tells u that because u feel forgotten,
u r forgettable.it tells u that because ur heart is tired,
ur story is over.none of that is true
u r seeing life through a wound,
& wounds distort things.there r still songs u haven’t heard,
still mornings that don’t hurt like this,
still people who would be shattered to know u r carrying all of this alone.don’t make forever out of tonight.
haze feels endless from inside it.
it never is.stay
stay through the ugly hours.
stay through thee shaking.
stay through theee doubt.stay long enough to meet thee version of urself
who made it out.because she’s looking back at u already,
begging u naut to disappear.
— MarTha (04.06.2026)
I absolutely loved this....The way you gave a voice to the haze was both haunting and insightful....It felt like reading a conversation with a part of ourselves we rarely understand....this is tooo good🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
beautifully written by both authors. one captures the weight of loneliness with raw honesty, while martha you answer it with compassion and light. Reading you together feels like witnessing a soul cry out and another gently hold its hand. Really loved it martha❤️