afternoon sun drips from my iris running down the crinkles in my brain making me feel ecstatic likeI were free of burdenwithout a care neither here nor there
conclusions
and I think of the moment I've never experienced,knowing how it'll be a complex blendof salty oceanside and free fall cliffs;the scent of petrichor in the absence of rain caressing meas i ache to be caressedas i need to be neededas i want to be wanted and my world as it should beas i awaketo [...]
holy.
to achieve saintly being in your own hell
Olfactory
How deeply I've been living in my shallow anxieties
monumental.
red bricks are so authentic. raw, crude, like the scent of the rain, the crisp sting of air; unquestioning, undemanding. how I feel when I'm with you, how I feel when I'm with myself. my roots are thick and red standing strong over a lifetime, like sandstone from monuments, changing and evolving as the wind [...]
safety.
sometimes, i crave you. arms around me just touching with no sexual connotation its usually right before I drift into sleep wishing I could lay awake, yet dreaming, in your arms; content and happy knowing I make you feel. but i wont say it aloud lest be jeered at as if i were wanting to [...]
parched.
i must've drafted a thousand messages to convey in my restlessness But i could never bring myself to pour them out for your consumption; so unknowingly, i drank my own words quenching a thirst for attention i didn't know existed in my bones. ©amulya j
ethereal.
souls entwined; a random act of destiny, or was it fate? perhaps neither and both somehow. bittersweet emotion flowing through us, without a way of knowing; this restlessness was anticipation, your touch, my release. for eons hence stay and carve a path with me leading to blissful oblivion. ©amulya j
reminiscing.
mirrors are sharp, they cut you. what you do for one, one may or may not do for you mirrors are inexplicable. a material that manifests light, showing you what you want to see what can, and what cannot be; a strange example of Murphy's law. in your eyes, that's what I saw. ©amulya j
checkpoint.
A little motivation for mental trauma. There isn't a road to recovery, its a trek, a long one at that. A reason why you should trust what you believe, always: who else can you really trust?! The answer is nobody, perhaps not even yourself when you're stuck here. I know it feels real, and might [...]
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