A poem about healing through love and companionship and new beginnings. I got the inspiration from when a butterfly was about to land on my head. XD Thank you for reading! <3 (Also, I think the Phobia... - Roman god of beginnings, gates, transitions, motion, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings. (phew, many things indeed) A small moment in time can be monumental, it can also be a great misinterpretation that sends us down a different path.
The pain of you and another person moving on. What does the whistle mean to you? This is a the beginning of a story of witches, of family and identity. Tell me if you'd like to see more. Thanks! Type: Flash Fiction
Description: A declassified encounter, with whom she least suspects. Maybe she has a thing for him. Prompt: Song- Matt Meason "Tribulation"
Word Count: 113
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“THE LOVE STAR PROMISE“
Tired of Losing the One You Love.? Be Inspired! The distant glimmer that one day the skin I wear, will never have been touched by you. When self-love prevails on toxic relationships Feeling a familiar breath of fresh air, I awake from my sleep with eyes already open.
Cutting open my chest digging around Trying to find pieces of what's still left
recently had to move home during the pandemic. it was tough, but here’s to new beginnings.