In the quiet corridor, a lingering embrace holds within it an unspoken goodbye. Two souls, once intertwined, find themselves at the crossroads of separate journeys. Their bodies speak the language of love, silently conveying the depth of their emotions. The warmth of their touch lingers, creating an invisible thread that connects their hearts across time and distance. In that fleeting moment, they find solace in the bittersweet beauty of farewell, cherishing the memories they have shared and carrying them forward into the vast expanse of their individual paths.
About the Creator
Mark
Just got back to writing, and we got another paper load of poems inspired by Japanese art. Hi, I am Mark and you can read all you want. FOR FREE! (Stripe isn't available on Philippines T^T, but you can still provide your support by Paypal!)
Logic and reason are not always explanation enough.
Logic and reason are not always explanation enough. Understanding is elusive He sat looking at the half empty glass but not seeing it, he was cold but not feeling it, he was in pain but not hurting from it. His mind was numb, his memory a jumble of conflicting events, as if from a nightmare but were in fact real. The phone rang for a long time before it gained his attention and then he tried to turn it off, an automatic reaction against coming back to reality. His mind preferred the numbness to anything else that was available. In this distracted state he accidentally accepted the call and put it onto speaker, the voice from the speaker jolted him into giving it his full attention. This was a call from the dead. The voice was full of concern, “where are you John, why haven’t you called, what is going on?” Even to his own ears his tone sounded subdued, defeated, “I am in the cabin, in the woods but I am OK will call you later” and he turned the phone off both ending this call and not accepting any other.
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