#longing

The ghost wants me to forgive his sins...but he's dead

A priest needing exorcism himself...talk about conflicted

I hope it's not demons in the belfry—I have enough of my ow

I'm longing for something I can never have…

It was October and I was in love. It was perfect.

I can hide tears and pain by walking in the rain…

You’re the summer living inside me…

Hi, this is @rufajane back with another blog. Have you ever been in a situation where your friendship isn't LDR, but there are times when life just pulls you away from each other? Cuz, I have been in that

Keep supporting please Aiman khan #aimanwrites

So many stars... night uses asterisks to hide our names

There is a quiet tension in holding a seedling that hasn't yet met the sun. We keep it hidden in the dark, afraid that the open air might be too harsh, or that the ground we’ve chosen isn't ready to hold

There is a heavy, one-sided weight in a memory that only one person chooses to carry. It feels like shouting into a canyon and waiting for an echo that never comes, or keeping a candle lit in a window

There is a fragile peace in the unspoken. We settle for the safety of "almost" because the risk of "everything" feels too heavy to carry. To speak the truth is to break the spell; it

Amar? Amar você É tão dificil te amar E sim eu te amo, mas eu odeio te amar e odeio não te amar. As vezes fico me perguntando como pode acontecer tudo isso, como pude te amar e oque nunca sai da minha

What seemed like a perfect day, a perfect smile Is the biggest liar Because the ragging storm inside my heart couldn't be more real I stumbled once again, in the middle of life that should be fine Alone,

I had thought that was all I needed, A piece of you no one knew existed, Something I can hold unto because of how precious it is, Something powerful yet insignificant to others, Something only I know of

This is what you'd hear, From the boneless teeth of old forgotten neighbours, Under the moonlight of a story that was never heard, Of two frail souls who met their death on the same night, How their love

Dear LOVE, Beneath this pale moon, where the skyline bleeds into smoke and shadow, I carve your name into the silence. The camp smells of gunpowder and rust, but when I close my eyes, it is your scent

There's a kind of longing that's hard to put into words. It's not the missing of someone's who's gone - it's the ache for someone who could have been in your life but isn't. Someone you thought would always

Today is the first day back to work after the Christmas and New Year holidays. It was great to have all these days off... of course, it gave me more time to be more present at Hive. We will see how I get