[like autumn when the air is balmy and the leaves descend in tawny cascades this season feels like a graveyard of endings.] 📓
journal brims with elegiac tales, each word etched in sorrow : my breath grows labored as i write, one melancholic phrase after another. i dread revisiting those entries each line steeped in grief, each page stained with tears i exhale deeply when my pencil breaks. a fragment of me fractures with the fall’s finale. nah, i shall never voice what’s inscribed in that diary. it shall remain interred within the crypt of my heart. “my heart is fractured; my being, unmoored.” absurd questions haunt me in the obscurity of solitude.
this season has siphoned half of who i am taking with it the essence of him ; i yearn agonizingly for the man who once enveloped me in warmth, i ache for him with every breath. my mind unravels in his absence. 🗞
⠀ (i am tormented truly, unutterably—tormented. 🌀 )
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journal brims with elegiac tales, each word etched in sorrow : my breath grows labored as i write, one melancholic phrase after another. i dread revisiting those entries each line steeped in grief, each page stained with tears i exhale deeply when my pencil breaks. a fragment of me fractures with the fall’s finale. nah, i shall never voice what’s inscribed in that diary. it shall remain interred within the crypt of my heart. “my heart is fractured; my being, unmoored.” absurd questions haunt me in the obscurity of solitude.
this season has siphoned half of who i am taking with it the essence of him ; i yearn agonizingly for the man who once enveloped me in warmth, i ache for him with every breath. my mind unravels in his absence. 🗞
⠀ (i am tormented truly, unutterably—tormented. 🌀 )
⠀ ⠀