Fleeting Stories

On an ordinary Friday evening, Julian stops to sketch a beautiful old building marked for demolition. There, he meets Eve, a stranger who turns three fleeting nights into something he never imagined possible. As their unexpected connection deepens, Julian begins to wonder whether love is measured by how long it lasts or by how profoundly it changes us. A tender, philosophical novella about love, impermanence, and the futures we dream of with people we barely know.

A quick conversation with my passing innocence who came back to visit after some time away. Slippery one, got away almost too soon.

A poem about love

I write poetry and use writing prompts and start stories, chances are they'll be one of three things: simple, artsy, pretentious. All of them will be pretty bad. Bad art is better than no art, though, and more people need to let themselves make bad art, so this is what this is, a collection of rabbles, enjoy! [some of the earlier poems will have been posted on my message board prior to this, by the way, as i am unoriginal and seldom actually write] x

Evanescent were my thoughts, Until the sight of you became manifested in my daydreams, And I find myself ambivalent~ thinking unrequited love renders me unwilling to let go, but knowing, with miserable rumination, that the heart only heals when I Move on

Tales written for my readers and their endless support.

"I've been locked inside your heart shaped box for weeks."

"One day I will find the rights words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac This is a collection of short stories and poems written in a sentence or less.

Series of questions i am asked and I answer them. Enjoy. Supposed to be 365 in total, but i see that you can only post 200 parts. HA!

❝clouds from above weep their sorrows, a little, but swallow down their blues oh so often.❞ [the art of words] a collection of poems and prose by i.o & h.o copyright © 2018 all rights reserved

"Crying bones bleed love" is a poignant poetry book that delves into the depths of pain, love, and grief. The poems paint vivid imagery of desolate landscapes and haunting memories, where silence becomes a heavy presence, both suffocating and comforting. As the poems navigate human heartbreak, discovery of unexpected love, illuminating darkest moments.

Brooklyn Glyder has lived a life of rejection. When she was two years old, her father left. When she was ten years old, her sister left for college. When she was fifteen years old, her mother died. After all these rejections, Alyssa feels more lonely than ever and when her boyfriend breaks up with her, she decides to screw love and never mess with it again. That is, until Liam comes around.

My Very own Poems- form the very beginning when i started writing at elevan-ish up intil presant day. Some are Fun others are some i'd rather not share, my pain mostly not something i was particaly willing to share so we'll see.

y x m

Moving on from a fleeting situation mean accepting that not every connection is meant to last. It's letting go of the "almost" and choosing peace over confusion. Even if the memories still hurt, haling begins when you stop holding onto potential and start accepting reality overtime, the person who once meant everything slowly becomes just a lesson, not a loss.

"Some love stories begin with a confession. Others with a touch. Mine? It never even started. She was a fleeting moment in my life-one I never got to call mine, yet one I could never let go of. There was no grand heartbreak, no tragic goodbye. Just stolen glances, unsaid words, and the slow, aching realization that sometimes, the best things in life slip through your fingers before you even hold them. This is a story of what could've been... and what never was." #nostalgia #lostlove #almostlove #bittersweet