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That was the voice of her own mind whispering:
“Sometimes a moment of strife needs a kiss and a hug. Yet we always rise high above and return to joyful places. After trouble rises like the ocean tide or like the enduring mountain standing against time. Our bond is built upon an unquenchable love. My heart still beating, and in each breath I fill a collection of joys and sorrows…”
13 word story.
has weak moments.
The imperfection of freedom
of the free will.
It was too much. It simply was too much. She told herself. She curled up into a ball when the door opened...
He entered the room with tears on his face.
I am so sorry darling. I’ve been so hard on you, that’s the problem.
When you decide to forgive me, you can come knocking on my door at anytime, anyday, from now on and I will open my arms wider and say “come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.”
The sky turned darker and darker as she walked toward the beach.
This can’t be a good sign, she thought to herself...
Waves hit the shore again
and all her footprints are gone
provocative enough to feel like they tried to catch her.
How dangerous is it to ignore the power of mother nature?
It’s beautiful to stare and magnificent enough to bewitch but
powerful to drown you.
To erase you from the face of the earth without anyone ever noticing.
The wind increases its intensity
strangely irresistible to avoid to escape.
She can’t go back now to start all over.
She feels so tired to fight, with no strength to get out of there.
Her thoughts are too loud for the world to hear
and her words too shy ...
are unpredictable journeys
with secret destinations
on which each traveler
is unaware of their own fate.
... he approached her neck and whispered:
“How can I not love you
if you are the only
person who, despite my mistakes,
you’re still by my side.”
Turn off the lights.
Lock the door,
lit the candles.
Turn up the music and serve the champagne.
I’m going to remind you why you’re mine.
And you’re going to forget you missed me.
I am sitting nude here
to embrace the emptiness
of thinking about you.
She took another sip from her glass, feeling a strange bitter taste.
Somehow, in every sip that she kept taking, she found everything around her disappearing more and more. And for some reason she continued doing it.
In fact, she didn´t finish her drink when the entire room blacked out.
It was pure darkness.
Her thoughts continued tormenting her, like the untiring waves that hit the shores, striking on and on in the infinite silence that now surrounded her.
Maybe she knew something,
something terrible from her past, that she was looking to erase for good.
Or maybe someone, did it for her.
When you do something bad to others, guilt will swallow you whole.
To be wanted
doesn't mean to be loved.
To be in love
doesn't mean to be
If you really love someone,
even if there's a million reasons to leave,
you would still look for the one reason to stay.
You are the chaos, happiness, peace of mind, and painful love in my heart all at once.
My daily ritual
in quiet contemplation of you
was my mind’s survival.
Do you know why love is blind?
Because we don’t love bodies, we don’t love what we can see.
We love what we can feel.
We fall in love spontaneously with that sense of feeling,
of genuine care.
We love real people, from their inside and if we don’t see, we feel.
And even though I'm unsure about most things in life,
I know that I love you and will continue to love you forever.
you are my heaven on earth.
into the deepest
those that create them.
I steal you a kiss.
Those who do not know if I'll see you again.
Those that leave you wanting for more.
Now we became in a trio. You, me and your memory.
Why can’t we be together?
- Because we’re different.
A puzzle it’s not completed with equal pieces.
Be who You are
and say what you feel
those who mind
and those who matter
After eye contact
she bites her lower lip
igniting a rampant entrance
to our endless passion...
in to the melody
of your voice.
that I am not allowed to speak.
Your mouth is my eternal
and my lips live around
a drowned scream
that hides inside me
wanting to get out loud
in a special way
that never come back.
Let me feel the excitement in your veins,
as I dig in every inch of your curvy figure with my hands.
Meeting your needs while I remove your clothes from your hard body, to admire your shiny skin in the dark.
Allow the lust to grow and simmer in our anxious eyes,
your whole being entices me...
Beckoning me to place my lips gently
I find the way to your pleasure till your eyes look up to mine helplessly.
I adore you so much
and I hope
to meet you again soon.