➳ sᴇᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ ___ "𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂"
A promise was made, a promise they would drag along with them everywhere, a promise that tangled them together, a promise they...
🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ For 𝕞𝕒𝕚 whose always been there and for those for whom loneliness is their dearest friend
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I see it all. I feel it all. My eyes fill with tears.
A PROMISE is made to be strong and tight, it's made to be something precious you find the need to protect and cradle in your arms. A promise is an oath that echoes till eternity and reaches into the ether of the gods. It is made between two faithful souls, and if those souls are tough enough, that promise will be eternal.
But, if it were to be broken, the costs would be fatal.
Promises are worse than any lies. They come with yearnings and compromises. Once broken, the chains holding the oath will become too frail to be held together and will shatter, the union of the two souls will gradually fade away.
When there is no more trust and no more faith in each other, the dreams are lost and scattered, never to be remembered.
In the end, broken promises are just shattered dreams and painful heartbreaks...
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Once upon a November day, atop a pine tree nestled a robin, its red plumage blending with the last remnants of autumn foliage. Head swaying side to side, it searched for worms and insects on the earthy ground, yet untouched by the deep white hue of snow.
In that autumnal stillness, the forest whispered with the silent crunching of dead leaves as a young man embarked on a solitary walk. His blond hair danced in the light wind, and an overwhelming melancholy clung to him, as if solitude were his sole companion-a heavy loneliness trailing him through the peaceful woods.
The robin fluttered down, snatching a small insect in its beak before ascending to the low branches of the pine tree. The young man, caught in a moment of admiration, followed the bird with curious eyes. Sensing his gaze, the robin opened its beak wide, releasing a sweet melody that resonated with the enchanting words of Mother Nature-words that spoke uniquely to every spirit and soul. A faint smile played on the young man's face, a subtle sign of contentment as he absorbed the soothing tune.
With its magical melody complete, the robin finished on a high note, spreading its fragile and sleek feathers. It rose into the light grey sky of the last days of autumn, joining a chorus of other birds that flew back and forth about their business.
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The next encounter between the robin and the boy unfolded in the first week of winter. The wintry sun casts its feeble light, allowing the last flowers to bask in its warmth before succumbing to a profound slumber.
The boy's breath materialised in the cold air, a puffy dance of greyish steam that vanished into the frozen surroundings. The robin, eager to announce its presence, chirped loudly before descending into the field of vision of the contemplative young man.
