There is a thread, slender as moonlight, softer than a sigh, that we cannot see but can always feel. It drifts through the unseen spaces of the world, tying us to souls we have yet to encounter, weaving between hearts that have known nothing but solitude. This thread, crimson and fragile, whispers through the wind of time, whispering of a promise: you are not forgotten, you are not alone.
In the quietest moments, we feel its pull—a gentle tug in the core of our being, a reminder that somewhere, someone waits for us, bound by this thread as old as the stars. Through days of longing, it stretches. Through nights of sorrow, it tightens. But it never snaps. It endures, through every aching separation, through every doubt that clouds the heart.
You may not see it, but it is there—binding you to a love that will one day find you. Maybe it will be a glance across a crowded room, a sudden warmth when you least expect it, a hand that fits into yours like a missing piece of your soul. The thread tightens, trembles, and in that moment, you will know. You have been carrying this person with you all along.
No distance, no silence, no time can sever this thread. It binds us not with force, but with a tenderness so fierce it breaks through the hollow spaces of our hearts. And when it leads you to the one who has been waiting all this time, it is not the thread that holds you together, but the realization that you were never truly apart.
This thread, though invisible, pierces deeper than any wound, for it promises not just a meeting, but a belonging. A return to something you have always known.
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Poésiea collection of poems and writings lying around in my notes app; a part of me, a pinch of my soul and here are my naked thoughts for you. hope you'll like my thoughts. have a good time in my mind!
