As of late my mornings are unforgivably harsh to the psyche. I spend them in constant dream recovery. They reveal to me the person whom I wish to write, whom I either refuse to or can no longer. No surprises here as I beg the question on repeat; am I ever going to see your …
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Dreaming of you
I had a dream. You were next to me. My parents were there, and you were saving me. I generally would be opposed to the idea of being a damsel in distress needing to be saved, but your presence and undying support was what dreams are truly made of. You assured me I was strong, …
the ‘i miss you’ complex
she, who was once starry-eyed, full of curiosity and intrigue, has been granted a loss of innocence. a death of the soul. a void manifests within the hearts deepest depths. it is a black-hole that attracts everything that was once out of reach – and subsequently destroys them along with the hope, dreams, and life …
pandemonium & more 