Forimortem Stories

A collection of stories inspired by the beautiful souls I've met along the way.

I am the body she remembers, not the man she needs.

I feel the way your metaphors glow but the label that held you is gone.

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

Devour me whole for I was yours to begin with.

I am a geography of breath and shimmer.

Struck me with your thunder, and I will glow with your lightning.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

My passion surges back, shattering my sleepy haze, and I have come to know that every grind, every struggle, holds undeniable worth.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

I have folded my wings so you may fly.

People stayed far from you, the rare one yet my hand brushed you, and I witnessed the fragile bliss they never saw.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

I watched you fall in love with everything that wasn't me.

I haven't forgotten about you so I silently plead to the quiet, hoping it carries my heart to you.

I hoped for your return, your warmth, your embrace, your soft whispers, and I have been waiting in silence for you.

I watch the sands vanish, blinking away my own existence.

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

I feel everything more than I admit.