Himmel noir

Himmel noir

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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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2020/05/29 #105 Sorrows #394 spiritual First I thought to tell you everything, What Iam hiding and why? But then I realized, Do you care about it? I love hard. Embarrassingly hard. All in type of hard. But I do silently. I drown the feelings in my gut until I'm heavy with 'I want you' and 'I love you' and 'I miss you'. I hold my hope in my throat. I clutch my wishes in my hands. They become moist with sweat until I no longer want them. If you could read me you would have known, I never wanted you to leave until now. It was just the situation where holding on to you was more difficult than letting you go. I loved you, I cried, I apologised, I made efforts, And Finally I lost myself.

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