The Invisible manifested to be my wings when I lost mine, to be the Guardian of my Silence and Solitude, to protect the Nothing I have to surround myself with
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To all the wonderful accounts that have honored me with a follow:
I will miss you terribly.
Good morning everyone! Hope you all have a peaceful day🍀
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let the horizon keep its secrets
longing has already crossed them.
somewhere beyond the waking hour,
a dream opens its velvet door,
where tenderness carries an edge
and restraint grows beautifully restless.
there, recognition needs no claiming;
the kneeling becomes its own language,
chosen, answered, understood.
two equal hungers hold the moment,
neither taking more than is given,
until poetry loses its manners
and every careful metaphor
turns carnal
a spark becoming kindling,
kindling becoming fire ~ Loyla
Tonight the moon feels different. Maybe because it carries the same softness as your eyes. I look at it and somehow I find myself thinking about you again.
“I am not afraid of loving you,”
the Beast whispered.
“I am afraid
of what loving you
has awakened inside me.
Because I could survive
losing the world.
But I do not think
I could survive losing you.”
#Poem
Essence of colors
ethereal shadow beings
welcoming twilight
in gradients of lilac, damask and sapphire blue
by the tint of an open sky
a water droplet frozen mid-fall
by the shoreline that once
was where muses dreamed!...
Älterwerden verändert den Blick auf vieles.
Manches wird unwichtiger,
anderes umso kostbarer.
Und irgendwann versteht man:
Die eigene Ruhe ist kein Aufgeben –
sondern eine Entscheidung
für sich selbst…🌿
🎧 Am besten mit Ton.
#Älterwerden#InnereRuhe#Gedanken