When the sound of the echoing stops and you are the only one there, remember the sadness that falls upon us in our sleep, the outstretched longing for a connection - a hand, the unsettling weight of s...
The creaking of forcefully closed doors. The rattling of trees and the unbearable silence that follows. It's not the wind that howls around the walls, that are supposed to protect you,
Who are you?
My age does not define me, a name is just a name and the image I see in the mirror shifts with the weather, so yeah, that's the only answer I could give you right now.
The shadows I left in the places I used to love, are now like ghosts, haunting the vacant rooms that fill up my life.
P.S. The first two pictures are mine and a middle one too...
This is a short story about a time traveller. I posted it for a contest and would really appreciate it if you could take your time and read it.
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Katja K.
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6 years ago
THE ALLURE OF TIME
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Katja K.
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6 years ago
Patroclus and Achilles.
Two poems, one from Achilles to Patroclus
and the other from Patroclus to Achilles.
Beginning letters of every verse spell out their names.
They were said to be lovers.