Истории Moodwriting

"An empty street glows, where shadows keep old stories alive." A narrow lantern-lit street glistens under the rain, its stone pathway reflecting the warm glow of crimson and amber lights. Wooden houses with tiled roofs line either side, their signs and banners swaying gently in the night air. Above, storm clouds gather, heavy and brooding, as streaks of rain fall steadily against the dark sky. The silence of the deserted alley is broken only by the soft patter of raindrops, creating an atmosphere both haunting and serene-an empty street alive with memories, waiting for footsteps to return.

a collection of my thoughts & feelings that needed a more permanent place to stay enjoy (original cover photo) note: i may change the name of this at some point i also will be updating frequently c: make sure to add to your library! xo

The Man I Never Met I've never seen him. Never heard his voice. But I feel him... every single day. Somewhere in the world, there's a man who feels like home - though I've never met him. I don't know his name. I wouldn't recognize his face. But in the quietest hours of the night, I find myself looking out my window... wondering if he's thinking about me too. People call it fantasy. I call it a pull. Dreams feel like memories. Coincidences feel like signs. And just when I start to let go, something happens - something that makes me believe he's real. But what if we're too late? What if we were never meant to meet... or worse - we already did, and didn't even know? A deeply emotional, slow-burn mystery of unseen love, fate, and the one person you're sure exists... even when the world says otherwise.

Glimpses of quotes, and short poetry/sayings.

Caught between heavy traffic, bad weather, and a restless mind, Larson Silas expects an ordinary workday. But when a familiar scent drifts through an apartment hallway, it awakens memories he thought he left behind-and leads him toward an unexpected realization.