As the light blinded her
As the silence crushed her
As she floated,
The brown of his eyes
The thrum of his voice
The warmth of his chest
The musk of his scent.
And the taste of his lips.
Tethered her back like string of a kite.
Sometimes the light sometimes the darkness
Sometimes silence sometimes the buzz
Sometimes the Order sometimes the Chaos
Causing the panic to rise.
But he was always there acting a balm to her aching soul.
Aami
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My Musings
RandomThis is just a collection of some of my writings that I had posted in instagram. @ _our_cauldron_of_words. And Tumblr @ aami98 they might be poems prose even short burbs about when I worked on two brain cells.
