I want your dark. To feed my dark.
I want to feel your rain.
Together a midnight storm of sadness and fear.
Unleashing of hurt in a terrifying and comforting way.
A juxtaposition so beautiful. But only we understand.
For this storm is silent, private.
And our lightening sets flames.
A fiery passion that will burn so brightly if we let it.
I want your sun.
In those rare moments where we can look beyond the dark and see it shining.
Deep breaths and sighs of relief and safe spaces where we feel okay for once.
Where laughter and humor isn’t armor, but actually pure.
Because we know it’s normal to feel.
And together we can feel everything.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
I want your dark. To feed my dark.
I want to feel your rain.
Together a midnight storm of sadness and fear.
Unleashing of hurt in a terrifying and comforting way.
A juxtaposition so beautiful. But only we understand.
For this storm is silent, private.
And our lightening sets flames.
A fiery passion that will burn so brightly if we let it.
I want your sun.
In those rare moments where we can look beyond the dark and see it shining.
Deep breaths and sighs of relief and safe spaces where we feel okay for once.
Where laughter and humor isn’t armor, but actually pure.
Because we know it’s normal to feel.
And together we can feel everything.
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