Soulmate


The sand beneath our feet, my hand holding yours, no words needing to be spoken, the only sound is the waves crashing on the shore.
We are isolated from the world, nobody else exists in this moment but you and me.
We watch the sky turn shades of orange and red, the sun shrinking below the horizon….. promising us a new day.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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