Not sadness. Not happiness. Just the quiet hum of something in between—a breath held too long, a chord left unresolved. Tonight, the darkness doesn’t crush me; it cradles me. And in its arms, I feel it—the absence. Not sharp, not screaming, but there, like the ghost warmth of a hand no longer held. I missContinue reading “My heart is a room with no name.”
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Oh, my heart—what is this weight upon my chest?
I do not know what to call this feeling. It is not sorrow, nor is it joy—just a quiet, restless hum between the two. A hollowed-out space where emotions linger but refuse to take shape. Tonight, the air is thick with longing. Not a sharp, piercing ache, but a dull, persistent whisper: I miss you. IContinue reading “Oh, my heart—what is this weight upon my chest?”
Disappear
I am more accustomed to your departures than your presence. Therefore you will understand my hesitation. The only thing more painful than your leaving is the prospect of getting further attached only to have you disappear once more. Lassiter by J. R. Ward
Advice
People ask for advice all the time. They go to their friends for it. They talk to virtual strangers at the gym. They pay doctors, shrinks, therapists and psychics for advice. But very few people actually take the advice unless that advice happens to be something they are already inclined to do.” Dream Eyes byContinue reading “Advice”
Emotions
Lying…
“Lying is a universal talent. Everyone I’ve ever known can do it rather well. Most little kids start practicing the skill as soon as they master language.”“So you figure there must be some evolutionary explanation, is that it?”“I think so, yes,” she said, calmly serious and certain. “When you look at it objectively it seemsContinue reading “Lying…”
Woman
“This was the kind of woman you looked at twice, even though you knew she wasn’t beautiful. At least she was the kind that he looked at twice. Make that three times, he decided. The big, knowing eyes, proud nose and determined chin were striking in a compelling, unconventional way. The veranda lights gleamed onContinue reading “Woman”
Thunderbolt
“Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy, cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. OnceContinue reading “Thunderbolt”
Teaching
Teaching makes people who they are. Perhaps it even shows them who they are. If done well, it’s magical. A good teacher is a guide to the wonderments of life. Devil in Diguise by Lisa Kleypas
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