#vss365
He buried the bottle,
deep in the underground,
The ashes inside it,
never to see sunlight again.
Little did he know,
a slight gap in the lid,
ash particles escaped,
and the soul flourished.
A few weeks later,
one winter morning,
the first glimpse of a nail,
met the radiant sun rays.
The more he cut it,
the nail kept growing,
the dead rose again,
into the living realm
#horrorprompt
๐ธ AI
To every soul reading this, I wish I could hold your hand for a moment, just long enough to remind you that you matter. Some of you are carrying battles no one sees, and I hope life finds a thousand gentle ways to remind you that you are not alone ๐ค
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐จ๐ป๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฆ๐ผ๐๐น
There are nights when I find myself aching for you in ways I cannot explain; yearning for the tenderness of a touch I have never known, the warmth of your smile, the sound of your laughter filling the quiet beside me.
It is a peculiar torment, to miss someone whose arms have never held you, yet whose presence has found its way into the deepest chambers of your soul.
I miss you in ways I have no right to understand.
I long to feel your warmth beneath my fingertips, to draw you against my chest and listen to the quiet rhythm of your breathing. To gaze into your eyes from mere inches away, to press a tender kiss against your forehead, and hold you as though the world, with all its sorrows, could never reach you there.
I find myself yearning for the little things I have yet to know of you. The way your hand might seek mine, the softness of your voice when the night grows still, the unguarded beauty of your smile when you forget the world is watching.
How does one ache so deeply for a soul whose heartbeat they have never heard? How does the heart grieve for moments that have yet to become memories?
Perhaps some connections awaken something ancient within us; a recognition beyond reason, beyond distance, as though two souls have found in one another something they have wandered through eternity seeking.
And so I yearn for the quiet intimacy of sharing this existence with you. To hold you when sorrow clouds your eyes, to kiss the scars life has left upon your soul, and remind you that even the most beautiful hearts deserve a love in which they need never hide their brokenness.
I do not know what it would feel like to finally hold you.
But somewhere within the deepest recesses of my heart, there exists an ache that bears your name.
And should the day ever come when the distance between us dissolves, when I can finally draw you into my arms, perhaps I shall close my eyes and hold you a little longer than words could ever justify.
For some longings transcend the language of the heart.
And some souls, once found, feel as though they have been missed for a lifetime.
Dancing
on the
summered
floods of
oceans to
come, my
heart is the
open sky
and I shyly
tide towards
dreaming,
floating on
echoing
waves of
returning
sunlight
while bathing
in the moment
like a welcomed
star mirrored
through the
lifted wings
of love's
transparent
wish
-J.Wool
Somewhere between the graveyards and the gardens, I'm still becoming, and probably will be until my last breath, but I've also found quite a few reasons to be fond of this world, which is both a comforting and mildly inconvenient realization.๐ฉธ๐ฅ
#vss365#unknown@13thWordSmith@bionicanadian
Bottled up energy,
radiating outside,
Charging up everyone around,
including the dead.
Energy knows no life,
It just gets transformed,
When a body has no life,
It becomes easier to enter.
Every thought and feeling,
adds a little to it,
When those are suppressed,
There emerges a diamond.
The dead, undead and the world,
converge in an energy form,
Let it radiate all over the cosmos,
There might be someone listening somewhere.
~...What's
Meant For
โโYOU
Sails
Past
Every
Sea
Step
And
Hesitation
To Find
It's
Way
Home
๐
Thousands
Of Unseen
โSunsets
Still
Awaits
Your
Eyes
๐
Alongside
Countless
Reasons
To Smile
โYOU
Have
Yet
To
Discover
๐
Feed
Your
Mind
Your
Own
Greatness
โโ&
Watch
The
Proof
Unfold...~