i’m just this big blue emptiness stretching way past the horizon where my voice don't even echo it just hits me right back

loneliness aint about people being gone it’s about being a whole damn ocean that can’t find a single drop that feels like me i’m full of everything but got nothing at all
every wave i send to the shore is a cry for help in a bottle but the tide just brings it back all smashed up like the land won't even listen to me hurt
i’ve turned into one of those ghost ships just floating with nowhere to go wood all rotted from waiting till the sea forgot i was even a stranger
now i’m stuck in the deep where the light just gives up and the lonely feels heavy enough to crush my bones
nobody’s brave enough to dive in and find me they all just look at how calm i look on top not knowing this quiet is just the corpse of a storm that killed itself cuz it had nobody to be crazy with

Iׁ wׁaׁnׁtׁ to inhabit uׁr world, to be the sole possessor of ur gaze, and the permanent dweller in the depths of ur heart.
I want ur heart to forget how to beat for anyone else, and to make my presence the rhythm that quickens its beat, and to sing oׁnׁlׁyׁ fׁoׁrׁ mׁeׁ. ׁ

I  want u , all to myself—ur eyes, ur heart, every beat of ur chest.
i want u to beat for me and withme, and for my presence to unsettle the tranquility of ur heart, making it race as if its running toward me.

be mine, be mine alone.
i want to be ur last secret and ur first dream, to dwell in ur heart and have no one else share you with me.
I want to hear ur heartbeat tell me you're mine, and for ur pulse to falter with love whenever I draw near.

@718

when letters become incapable of containing a feeling that overflows from the soul
and words become mere pale shadows of the storms and tranquility that stir in the chest
here silence is born, which is more eloquent than any statement.
the highest degree of expression is that which tongues are unable to utter, so the heartbeats speak instead, and the eyes are content to draw stories that have not been written in a book, where silence becomes a sacred language understood only by those who realize that the depth of meaning always lies in what is not said
718

go ur own way
let the flames consume what remains of me;, i will extinguish quietly as if ihad never been lit

if u find me pleasing
may u be rewarded.
And if ur thoughts are ill, i dont care.
lam but clay, molded with sins, and I am nnot the full moon that u should expect me to be perfect.
Sorrows may wound the soul
causing it to weep, and the soul then seeks another to console it.
yesterday i healed wounded souls, And today my own soul is wounded;, who will heal it?

have u ever found a murdred person who is infatuated with his killer? or a drowning person who loves to drown in his ocean?

Its hard to love someone
i always
love someone unconditionally
so Why?
Why cant i receive the same thing

"I have always longed for a soul like mine"

one that wouldn't leave me alone in the cold of confusion, that would hold my hand when I withdraw from the world, and whisper to me that i am not alone; a heart that sees beauty in my flaws, and strength in my brokenness, and makes its bosom my safe haven whenever life's storms rage around me."

What magic has befallen me that makes me see nothing in the universe but him?

as if all of existence has been distilled into his features, so that my eyes see nothing but his image, and my heart beats only to the sound of his footsteps.
Have i lost my senses, or has my soul finally found its lost home?
i have become like a lost stranger in the orbit of his beauty, searching for myself and finding myself only in him
as if the years that have passed were nothing but a long wait for that moment when his sun shone upon the darkness of my days
and everything vanished
leaving nothing in my universe but "hi718m" .

៸៸ ֹInfatu֪ation is when loׅ᪲v֪e ֹtranscends its boundaries ֹbecoming a state that dwells in ֹthe soul before the heart.
It is a gentle lonْgiِng wearying yet indispensable.
It is an overwhelming yearning that engulfs u until u feel the wo֪rld condensed intoa single ֹf֪ac᪲e.
It is when the memory of the beloved transforms into a different pulse with every thought that crosses ur mi࣪n֪d.
It is a yearning that settles deep within the soul, never leaving its place nor dissipating.
It is cherishing the moment u share more than a thousand separate days.
It is the surprise of eyes sparkling with light, guiding ur vision.
It is the trembling of a heart bearing the same name
ヾa feeling that follows it;

"لَوْ غَابَ الْمَ֪عْـ718ـشُ֪وقُ، غَا֪بَ مَعَهُ جُزْءٌ مِنَ الْ֪عَالَ֪مِ."

perhaps the next stop is the refuge
where fatigue bows in respect to my patience
and masks and worries fall at the threshold of tranquility
there, i'll breathe with a depth i have never known
and realize that the road, despite its roughness, was worth it"