And she laid herself down on the sand of darkness
Slowly lacing each tiny grain into pearl
Loosen yet whole
Rare yet priceless
Precious and lustrous
Enchanting and valuable

𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.
𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒑?
𝑨 𝓅ℯ𝒶𝒸ℯ𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆?

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 ጠሃነቿረቻ 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅?
𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒚 🅜︎🅨︎🅢︎🅔︎🅛︎🅕︎ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕?
𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 🅴︎🅽︎🅳︎ 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍,
𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 ꪑ𝓲𝘴ꫀ𝘳ꪗ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈.

𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒘 b̸r̸o̸k̸e̸n̸ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎,
𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 ꎭꀤ꒒꒒ꀤꂦꈤꌚ ꪮᠻ 🄿🄸🄴🄲🄴🅂 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
f̶r̶u̶s̶t̶r̶a̶t̶e̶d̶, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

Ⓘ︎ 𝒂𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 sʍɐlɟ,
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕.
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 n̸o̸ 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆,
𝕴 ᵃᵐ ɐ f̸a̸i̸l̸u̸r̸e̸.

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, an old draft from last week:>


is there really a future for this misery
a new page that heroes the plot as a decent start over apology

craves distance and knows that would be known
angel like plastic sensations to the dawn

kept on stove to be loathed into a tomorrow
for the heart to yearn for the mind to dwell for the feels to borrow

midnight skies not even there not been predicted
lulled on the moons they say so I stay anonymously protected


                                                                                    ------ravenfeels

Lost in the passage of despair and confusion,
Tangled up in the horrors of the past,
Caught in a web of endless stupor,
The unseen whirls of sombre silence,
Her silhouette blended again in dimness,
Fallen.
Faded.
...

She watches a firefly dancing
in the pretty, sorrowful darkness.
She’s a moonflower clinging to her dream,
singing songs of love and magic.
A mystical vision in the radiance of night,
in her concluding silky, passionate glide upon the deathless sky,
in her deepest grief,
some blissful dreams arise.

When a man one adores
shows up a call girl photo card,
make sure you love him more
then you love yourself,
to let such sweetheart
true love best lover go,
like I let mine fly off.
My king understood love by his woman's  jealousy dinamics
shown for him. I understood love
by the trusting self assured
non jealous attitude owned.
So, for this kind of lover.
Fight for his love do cry!
Instead of letting this jeweled king
go to his call girls like I did because
his joy and happiness
was above and beyoud my own.
iI turns out he had given me all his love in written prenuptial contract and had no love for no other queen or slave or call girl to give her he was telling me he was my true love
only mine after two decades!
Foolish me was amnesic and couldn't speak up about the plot of his ancient prenuptial was since he told me
he was married and to never
look back  then he cursed me
to hate him from afar and move on;
which I did, but I didn't choose right .
I fell victim of human predators.
because his lyrics deceived my naive soul in youth I did not tell him I loved him and I lost his love.
slowly but sureky he took his Kammazutra back but I had my own
and just like him my lover brain sixty nine I give to noone I haven't found one worthy to be loved. .
It's disastrous and very foolish.
As I observe a lifetime after,
we both adored each other
in our own well intentioned ways
interchangeably even but other
forces conspire dod to wreck us up.
  without wanting to or knowing how.
We both understood love
in different ways;
this interpretation was
both our downfall my demise was only silence for in my mouth lips and words I had my cure to his live enchantment and end eternal love.
His Karma had pledged
in his Rhett Buttler past life,
he would search world wide,
or buy love if he had to,
but he was going to be loved
only in his way.
So we both lived out our destiny
but life was never the same
ever again as that which
was between us we were identical within m, twin flanes twin souls

Without him physically
my existance was like a dream.
more often like a nightmare.
I lost everything,
and everyone I ever adore.
like a house if cards it came
tumbling all down and,
it materialized even here on HP
since then I learned to close doors
to disconnect say good bye
but to my twin no good bye
it's impossible.
I feel blessed and cursed.
all in all I found misery and pain.
~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba 1974-95 & on.