[14] - monday's child.

𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘶, 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲.

[ afterword ]

°.✩┈┈∘*┈☀┈*∘┈┈✩.°

my voice has sojourned,
deserted my words and rhythms.
my chest carries the verses i cannot write,
i am a silent voice until my passions kiss me again.

°.✩┈┈∘*┈☽┈*∘┈┈✩.°

perhaps, in a fortnight or two,
once again shall i blossom like a fern.
til then, farewell to you,
but know that i shall return.

-ˋˏ✄ ------------------------------------------------

(( 🏹 ))

" . . . and the years passed by like the scenes of a show
the professor said to write what you know.
looking backwards might be the only way to move forward . . .

and at last, she knew what the agony had been for.

the only thing left is the manuscript. "

₍🕊₎ ..⃗. ꒰ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥, 07.20. 2024.  ꒱

f i n .