An aching vacuum inside her sucking the air from her lungs. She hung her head and wept fiercely, the emptiness inside her growing larger not smaller; she felt as though it would grow so large it would suffocate her just as surely as the sea would have
There is a time sometime, and a place where in the perfect stillness of the evening within the sunset serenity we unite in the glow… Blissful paradise divinity, brilliancy glassy deepness, shallowness slow and smooth… We forever are eternal wholeness only intimacy between us… Thorough adoration pleasure deep in souls with melodies slowness as we...
I didn’t know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.
there is some achingthat will only heal…in the mosque of sleep.
Already I ache for all the livesI will never be a part of.