rose → ziall

SEVENTEEN

n.

[ one week later ]

nothing.

there's nothing left on my door step for a week,
and i'm left with the chill of the stale morning air,
and a heavy heart.

what did i expect though?

i wasn't worthy for a man who had the world,
and i only had shadows.

everyday, i re-read his last note to myself,
when my mind was blank, a feeling i never enjoyed.

hear the wind howl at night,
and think.
it's a possibility of the ones who once lived guiding you.
they blow a soft breeze and relax you,
then bitterly pinch at you.
the wind will carry a message for you,
and hopefully, you'll listen.
- z.

i never really thought much of it then,

and now.. it's indicating his disappearance with the wind.

then i find myself reading the second to last note,

close your eyes, and feel.
hear all that can be heard, and feel all that can be felt.
open your lungs, and open your heart.
breath in my words, and exhale your love.
concentrate on what you feel, not what you see.
inhale, pause. exhale, pause.
you are at the most weakest and strongest point.
relax.
- z.

peace... i'm at peace,

i do it every morning on the roof. letting the words of the wind,
the smell of the ocean,
and the soft air on my skin,

bring me to him.

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hello! enjoying it so far?

qotd: what do you do to calm yourself?
aotd: i sit alone by my tree, and do what the second "note" describes,

i sit, and close my eyes, relax everything, and feel what i can, and hear what i'm allowed. then take even and deep breaths, letting nature guide me to what i desire; peace.

almost like meditating :p

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-softlou x