quote, poetry and poems

Part 3

Sometimes I feel the whispers of love graze my hair, the tendrils of care plant positive thoughts in my head. There's something so magical in the environment you create around yourself, finding signs in the little things and emphasis on an open mind. A smile at a stranger, a rest to pick a flower, a gentleness towards yourself and others and knowledge that those who live beyond are looking out for you.

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"I'm addicted. Yes I'm addicted to the sound of hearts breaking. It's my favourite."

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on those hallowed grounds we intimately loved and lost together in the moist dirt fading into the background like fragile drifts of snow

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Being unable to love anyone is also a feeling and an emotion, it is a condition of impossibility of the soul, it is like suffocation.

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You see you don't have to mourn the death of love. Sometimes, it has already been dead before you even know.

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