Sonia Alexander

pieces of me 🩵🦋🌌

[Sonia Alexander @Soalex92]

He stepped through her dreams,
a ghost of a love that held fast.
Souls whispered along hidden streams,
where conscious boundaries passed.

Tears fell through fractured realities,
crashing waves, unfettered thought.
Awash in velvet-wrapped memories,
drowning where two hearts were caught.

Now in dawn’s embrace, she stands tall,
building a magnetic life with grace.
The echoes of forgotten fantasies call,
left unanswered. She will not chase.

[Mikaella - The Conscious Witch @mikaellawitch13]

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[Sonia Alexander @Soalex92]

Some anonymous person left a grandma pink welcome mat on my porch. It’s obviously a stranger. Anyone who knows me would just use caution tape.

[Shadowlands @DarrachGil33357]

"Stay with me tonight"
Whispered the moon
"The sun will walk you home in the morning" 🖤

[🌘 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊 🌒 @MidnightAche99]

Your name is still
the last word
I whisper
into the dark.

[La Luna @moonloverxjpg]

la luna y el mar

[Palerider @T_Leakne]

Island of the Fay - Edgar Allen Poe

[🌘 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊 🌒 @MidnightAche99]

Some souls are born exquisite contradictions—

velvet ruin wrapped in impossible tenderness.

They leave the heart suspended between sanctuary and the most beautiful undoing it will ever welcome.

You have always been that to me.

When you draw near, the air thickens with incense and sin.

Every glance lingers, slow as a whispered temptation.

Every silence grows heavy with unspoken longing, our thoughts weaving into tangled halos, until restraint dissolves into fascination…

and fascination becomes surrender.

There is nothing hurried in you.

You unravel me with exquisite patience—

with the dangerous intimacy of being so completely seen that every hidden corner of me quietly forgets why it ever wished to remain hidden.

This is your truest enchantment.

You never ask anything of me.

You simply exist—

beautiful, inevitable, impossible to resist—

and I find myself drawn toward you as though my soul has remembered something my heart has known all along.

Until there is nothing left between us

but breath,

but silence,

but the exquisite certainty

that some souls were never destined merely to love one another…

only to become each other’s most beautiful obsession.

[🌘 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊 🌒 @MidnightAche99]

They fear doubt as though it were an affliction.

How strange.

I have seldom witnessed doubt destroy a soul.

Certainty, however…

Certainty has marched armies across continents.

It has burned libraries, silenced questions, and convinced ordinary men that cruelty was righteousness, provided enough voices agreed.

The wise learn to question themselves.

The dangerous learn only to question everyone else.

For all the accusations they have made against me, I have never discovered a force more intoxicating than the absolute conviction that one cannot possibly be wrong.

—𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴

[Sonia Alexander @Soalex92]

@TonyBoscoe Shrouded in fear and ambiguity,
there was nothing left to find…
nothing remained of love blind.

[Sonia Alexander @Soalex92]

@TonyBoscoe Shifting shapes, ethereal dreamscape
Escape — on wings, silk black lace
Trace the skies, on high…arrow misses
Kisses, abandoned lies, denied, defied.

[IMRAN.... @Ik__83]

So many people I loved became departures
that I learned to hold goodbye with an open hand.
Not because leaving hurts less
only because I no longer ask it to stay.

[Palerider @T_Leakne]

Refuse to be Ordinary

[Sonia Alexander @Soalex92]

I create magic in the smallest moments.

[Sonia Alexander @Soalex92]

Sometimes we don’t stop loving someone, we just learn to love ourselves enough to stop living in uncertainty and ambiguity.

[_Valkyria_ @_Valkyria_]

You are the sun
I may never hold,
but you will always shine
in my soul.

A distant warmth through the coldest night,
a quiet spark, an endless light.
Though miles apart and worlds away,
your steady beam illuminates my day.

You guide my thoughts, you calm the storm,
and keep my fragile spirit warm.
The sun I cannot touch or see,
yet feels so close inside of me.

[Sonia Alexander @Soalex92]

Unwritten pages of a well lived life waiting for me to pick up the pen and begin, again.

[🌘 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝕬𝖈𝖍𝖊 🌒 @MidnightAche99]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔

Beyond the eastern transept, hidden behind an oaken door blackened by centuries of faithful hands, there lies a library few pilgrims ever discover.

Not because it is concealed.

Because it never calls to those who are not yet ready to enter.

Its shelves rise into the gathering darkness, where candlelight surrenders itself among forgotten rafters. The scent of worn leather, ancient parchment, and extinguished wax lingers in the still air like the last breath of a prayer.

I believed every volume held the history of the kingdom.

Time revealed another truth.

Each volume held the history of a soul.

There were no titles upon their bindings.

Only names.

Some I recognized.

Most I did not.

Each book was written in a different hand, yet every page spoke the same quiet language—the language of becoming.

There were chapters filled with joy that seemed almost luminous.

Others were stained by tears no page had ever forgotten.

Some ended abruptly.

Many remained unfinished.

For no life, however long, is ever truly complete while love, memory, or hope continue their patient work.

I searched for my own volume only once.

When at last I found it, I discovered that the final pages were still blank.

The old librarian, who had watched in silence from the shadows between the shelves, offered neither explanation nor comfort.

He merely smiled, as though blank pages were among Heaven’s greatest mercies.

So I closed the book and returned it to its place.

There are stories that cannot be read before they are lived.

And within that quiet library, where the candles burn low and the dust of centuries settles gently upon every shelf, I understood that we are not measured by the chapters already written—

but by the courage to write the next.

[Sonia Alexander @Soalex92]

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