veiled yesterdays

I find you again—how do you always appear? A whisper through centuries, bright and clear. No matter the place, the shape, or the name, We...

Where my outstretched arms fail to reach you, I pen these words, hoping they'll enfold you in the warmth you crave, the solace you so...

In the dance of shadows, like a moth to a flame, I find solace in your arms, a recurrent, untamed game. This yearning, a silent battle,...

I blind myself to see the bright fireplace radiating skin piercing warmth. The yellow illuminating a lonely light that unites with the...