feels like acceptance
Hey there, You… You know who wanted to connect personally, direct one to another, brothers and sisters in arms, suffering through lives with absent charms...
Hey there, You… You know who wanted to connect personally, direct one to another, brothers and sisters in arms, suffering through lives with absent charms...
I see you. All shiny and metallic. Glistening in the sunlight seeping through the window. Cool, relaxing in your own state, uninfluenced by outside elements...
Why walk on eggshells, when the inevitable tastes like cherry pie?� Image Acknowledgement: created on Microsoft designer AI Free Acknowledgement: This is my own work...
my therapist told me to write this i told her i hate this prompt that i’ve done this over and over and over again so...
This time… Let it be based on the sound- of hands softly shifting as, they touch. Fingers – – Skin on skin. The subtle, sweet...
i was posed the question how many years? how long would the world have been without you if you had succeeded? what would you have...
hope is no lighthearted lover though it’s tale may be too personal it does not perch gently on the soul hope is so much heavier...
if words are just pieces placed into bottles with glue and steady hands arranging them perfectly that kind of care, only noticed by those who...
The red hot heat of evening bleeds sacrificially, Into night. The ground brands bare feet and – The air struggles for breath. No release. Oppressive...