A lilting lullaby of fond feeling. That pleasant silent air between. Both our smiles seldom yielding. And harmonized thoughts, as they’ve always been. When the voices finally speak. Almost like letting go of the deeper promise. The softest of sighs and of emotions the words do seek, Never to be said, and I recollect and … More Of Silences
She sat there on the bench, hair tied tight. There were so many empty, but he walked straight to her. “Do you mind if I sit here?”, as is mind she might. “Yes”, came the prompt reply, in a tone that hopes did wither. A second’s pause. Then. He sat down anyway. Clenched her jaw … More Eight Sticks of Charcoal
A toss of a coin and a single wing. Standing by the road with a reticent plea. ‘Hating Life’, it’s a liar’s song they sing. “Detesting me” a multitude of thoughts the phrase does free. Like hating the sun, makes no real difference. The sun will still rise and the sun will still set. Just … More The Beauty Of Insignificance
The faint smell of summer. And the slow melody of lazy contentment. The whole world dozing off in a peaceful stupor. And to end this silent joy of mine, a little girl was sent. In all honesty, she sent herself to me. A high pitched, continuous chatter followed. Bubbles and candy. Suddenly, I was only … More Song of Summer
Life’s a splash of colours and the aim to make sense of it. Each with their own hues, their own problems. Perhaps your’s a dark night sky. And mine a little grey cloud. Either way, they’re all the same, to each their own. Your’s no less than mine. You… are strong. Solve them quick. Me… … More A Reticent Plea
It is nothing that matters. Later it will be everything that does. It is always there. And I already know it wouldn’t be so. Yet, somehow, I never react. Never speak or ever thank. It is but a hand now. It will be so much more than a hand tomorrow. Just a right that fits … More For All That was
In this story there’s only me. A Villain, a heroine, and a side. Only one person. I, Me and Myself.
It was our promise. Do you even remember? Only ten tears to be shed. Do you care anymore?
An emptiness in my heart. Something important is missing. But then again don’t know what. I’ve had my share of loving, longing of disliking. And yet, I can surely say that I’m not really feeling. And despite trying, the hole’s here to stay. So I stopped searching, stopped caring, stopped craving. What’s lost, now I won’t … More Within
Here’s my last piece for my collab with Becky from Woven Eclipse- Escape. This picture prompt was the hardest in all three of them. Also don’t forget to check out our other works! Here are her posts- Part One Part Two Part Three And here are mine- Part One Part Two