“There are things that are living
that feel dead inside me.” [….click the title to read the full post]
fionadiaries
“Live by the sun, Love by the moon. Love • Pray • Love ∞ Repeat” [….click to read the full post]
“I scream and sob as the nights go by. I can’t sleep…” — READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED — TW: This raw piece is about abusive relationships. The subject is dark, sensitive and emotional for all the obvious reasons. [….click to read the full post]
…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
My words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers when the mind and the heart come together to fix the pain in my soul.
I bleed on the paper. I die. And then my breath survives another day."
© Fiona Crystal • June 30, 20197 | 03:35 AM
Fiona Diaries — 'Heartbeats and Wild Things' • All rights reserved
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.
