daily reminder: inhale, exhale. You can't miss what you never had, only the empty space of what once was. Time to stop grasping at whatever's left; realise the stupidity of hinging expectations on people- people are people are people are fallible are busy are people.
so pull silence into your embrace; feel the ungiving weight of unwanted thoughts, feel the unspoken command of unrest in fingers, feel the sense of betrayal unavoidable unconsciously seeping. In this dead of night sometimes things are better off encased, coffin nailed shut by personal choice When pride is prized above all else, Some consequences are an inevitable pulse, Impossible without.
when words writhe, stoppered sieved stumbling;
on the tips of fingertips, forefront of the mind,
clumsy imprints, shallow disappearances,
the favourite key is “delete”
this is frustration embodied
after a particularly trying time ( @hazelnutangel )
Morning thoughts with unanswered questions ( @hazelnutangel )
excerpts from stories never materialised ( @hazelnutangel )
excerpts from a story I will never write ( @hazelnutangel )
questioning social constructs ( @hazelnutangel )
searching for the impossible; - late night thoughts ( @hazelnutangel )
Excerpts of pain in midnight thoughts @hazelnutangel
@hazelnutangel, for you.
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
Perspective 1
And maybe it was in the glow of the setting sun, where warmth danced along the length of my arm and turned almost black hair golden-brown, that my heartbeat settled into comfortable lub-dub, lub-dub. With a sweep of long lashes, my eyes have fluttered shut, soft lips pressed against gentle tiers even as my hands twist finger by finger into the soft cotton. I could not be in a more comfortable position. As cliche as it sounds, time had indeed slowed, or maybe even paused entirely as I basked in honeyed glow.
Perspective 2
I wish I was closer. She sat bracketed by my legs, my hands possessively round her ribs as I /barely/ felt the beating of her heart. We fit like two coressponding pieces of jigsaw puzzle and no one was ever going to take her away from me. Not the darkness that comes with the night, not the monster that emerges upon twilight, not me not her- no one. In this honeyed glow, I grasp onto the most precious thing in the world as I gently, gently pour my soul through cushiony lips and soft pants.
I fell too fast too hard for painted words and passing affection, without even knowing the person behind the letters strung.
Reasons run deeper than the naked eye; assumptions made on shallow grounds.
and like the wind I'll weave through your worries, present, there. and like the wind I'll fade away, remembered only for a moment
- as a response ( @hazelnutangel )
And like a coral reef I'll fade under the slightest changes
