Phoem Stories

Moon, There are days when missing you feels like carrying ghost inside my chest-But silent, but alive in the way it still steal my breath. I don't speak about you anymore. Not because you don't matter, but because some aches are too sacred to explain. People wouldn't understand how absence can be louder than presence. They wouldn't understand how someone can still live inside you long after they're gone from your life. I once tought healing meant forgetting. Now I know it means learning to carry the weight differently. To let the ache sit with me, but not let it own me. Yes, I lost myself for a while. Yes I burned in the missing. But I also found a way to keep walking. And maybe that's what healing really looks like-loving what once was, without letting it keep me from what will be. -Ayumi Athl

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A way to show the love through words

Hey guys this is my first book. It is a serie of phoems I write myself. I write them when I miss someone special or when I'm just down. Xx

Where we know that it's all just same. Not means that you can't changes. you just have to flow, following the circumstances of life. oh ya, I'm nobody. Only fools that addicted to Mawang s.i Written in English Cover by: ME Original cover photo: free download from OGQ All Rights Reserved © by cakeawayyy 2020

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