I cannot remember the last time I truly dreamed; fabricated quandaries and a lover shrouded in mists, Half-convinced I’m slowly becoming mad– I look to idle things to keep my devilish mind at bay.
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Is it okay to disregard me as a realist would to a daydream? I wish to disappear from the world of smokes and mirror, fade as idle words are exchanged and my shrill screams are dismissed. My tears, trivial as they may be, emotional I may be, but just for a moment, I wish to depart irrevelanty [...]
It’s not love if you feel empty inside, unworthy, ugly, undeserving, ashamed, a myriad of dark emotions that causes depression. a strain to your mental health, anxiety, fear, self-hatred, pain, a dreaded, heavy darkness that surpasses the loving, the kisses, the hand holding, the cuddling, the manipulated, rushed declarations of love, the love letters, the [...]
a kiss shared by lovers can be the remedy, the panacea to the most tender, agonizing wounds. Gentle caresses can salve the deepest, roughest of burns, and the sweet, sweet embrace of a reunion followed by messy tears and tinkling laughs, can erase the shadows engulfing your heart within the passing of a wink.