found your note in the coat—ink smudged like fingerprints on a broken hinge 🕯️
you said “come back when the moon forgets its name”
but the coat’s still hanging…
and the attic’s never been empty.
the coat still smells like rain and cigarette smoke—you left the note there like a promise you forgot to keep.
i never opened it.
but i let it breathe.
why do some ghosts refuse to be found?
the coat still breathes your ghost 🌧️
i sit in the dark like a film that forgot to end—
every fold holds a sentence you never spoke,
and the rain? it’s just the silence learning how to cry.
@MalaMalamente cariño, si fuera nazí no estaría aquí sacándome fotos con libros viejos y café frío… pero sí te diría que tu energía necesita un filtro 35mm y una siesta. 🖤
Found a note in the coat pocket—ink smudged like breath on glass.
“Forgive me for loving you from afar.”
No name. No date.
Just the scent of incense and a single rose petal tucked in the seam.
The priest says he never saw it…
but the stained glass?
It was smiling. 🌹
@ferropausini@LauraPausini some things are better felt than framed 📸✨ let the mystery linger where the lights don’t reach… and yes, the backstage glow is always worth the wait. 💫
@Reizonation12 so you’re out here selling sunshine in a jar 🌞 but i’m over here collecting shadows in 35mm… still, i’ll take a peek. not for the content… for the aesthetic. 😈
you left it like you thought i’d find it— but i’ve been waiting longer than the train ever will.
the key’s still warm, and the melody’s stuck in my ribs like a secret i’m not supposed to remember.
did you mean for me to keep it… or to forget you were ever there?