It seemed the more she loved, the less loving she acted, for who could guess the extent of her feelings when she kept her distance and looked almost disinterested? Those who watched her actions at a surface level might notice that she did not take every opportunity to speak to him, that she remained alwaysContinue reading “details.”
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power.
In the most hidden corners of my heart you are nestled, quite safely, but oh-so secretly. It is so sad not being able to express these feelings with all the passion they bring forth. They must be quietened down, folded, battered until shrunk to a size so insignificant as to evade the risk of everContinue reading “power.”
voice.
Her ears tuned into a conversation between three people outside the room, the door of which had been left slightly ajar, as if for the sole purpose of listening in just as she was now doing. Of those three voices, two were female, and she cared little for them. It was the third voice whichContinue reading “voice.”
on missing.
Her emotions took control of her, once again. They were too overwhelming to be quietened down, reasoned with or ignored. Her heart was in the mood to cry: it seemed like so long ago (though in reality, only about a week) since she had last seen him, and she missed him as intensely as ever.Continue reading “on missing.”
a letter of thanks.
When my sister is mean to me,I remember some of the kind words you have said to me,And I feel a whole lot better knowingThere is someone who values me.When my sister is mean to me,I feel like I’m on a war zone,Except I am no soldier, I’ve never had trainingAnd I don’t know howContinue reading “a letter of thanks.”
“is it okay if i sit here?”
As she walked into the restaurant, she anxiously scanned the room to find at which table the group was to be seated. Further to the back, she spotted a long table, and no sooner had she seen it that her eyes fell upon him. So he had arrived before her this time. To her relief,Continue reading ““is it okay if i sit here?””
My heart is greedy:It always wants more of you.It is never quite satisfiedWhen fed with a word, a look or a smile.It hungers for somethingfilling, hearty, and comforting.A conversation, a connectionCloseness, intimacy.This diet of you would keep my heart healthy,For it would be full of love, and so happy.
that’s all i came here for.
Hesitatingly (for she had never done this before) she made her way towards his desk. She had noticed him there on her arrival in the building, and she longed to see him, to be physically a little closer to him, and perhaps even share a few words. She felt herself getting shy as she cameContinue reading “that’s all i came here for.”
constant communication.
I communicate with you constantly: if not out loud, then in my thoughts; if not in my thoughts, then in my imagination; if not in my imagination, then in my dreams. There is not a moment I am disconnected from you. I speak to you all the time in my heart, so much that IContinue reading “constant communication.”
imaginary conversation.
They stood fairly close to one another: if they but slightly extended their arms, their hands would most surely touch. However they did no such thing, and only stood calmly with this short comfortable distance between them. “Thank you for playing on Sunday,” he went first, “I see you got some nice feedback!” “Yeah, everyoneContinue reading “imaginary conversation.”
Words & Feelings 