Your
Skin soft touch the move is where I found my homeland island
It is where I dive from your look and behaviour towards me to who I am for real, and that is why you do create me from the love of unreal to surreal and it's real.
You were the first to arrive out of nowhere your absence not felt, I got cold with my aims, but You just followed me there, and later on I just knew it's You simple there my heart land fairytale.
I started to feel the drive so strong that I have never felt you are not a stranger, and I can not even say or guess this way.
It's like the holy destination for me and you to become found in the homeland of no land.
I found you where I least expect I will, and thought you to be just for you and me.
How my mind feel yours strongly it is where we are free and complete.
I wish to lay down next to you, and cuddle tightly just right now,
I can not wait our next hello with no goodbye,
I finally started to smile.
I feel fire all through me and it's all so free to be.
You do make me to feel totally free. You are my homeland real dream.
Thank You so Much for Your Reading, Tips & Likes much Love and Big Heart to Your side !
About the Creator
Darkos
Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 5 hours ago in Feast
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