You know, even a stone, strong as it is, can crack under the right pressure. So, wouldn't a little care, a little bit of kindness, go a long way? It couldn't hurt, could it?

I love those hours on my bed, where overthinking takes over. The day's events replay like a flickering film, conversations flooding back in a rush. I start stressing myself out, searching for hidden meanings behind the most innocent words. It's like I'm trying to decipher a secret code, convinced that every interaction holds a hidden message waiting to be revealed.

_ thousands ways to make your worse mistakes,to lose your mind,to break and fall on your face but the easiest one is going inside your head _

it’s always, “hi, how are you?” and never, “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you. and wish from this day forth never to be parted from you” ... how unfair
-wildeastra

A bit of narcissism won't hurt, right?

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Why is the world so small?
And when did I reach here?

Let her be a poem, a song divine,
A whispered secret in the gloaming's shine.
For she is made of magic and moonbeam's gleam,
A vision of beauty, a poet's dream.

[Inspired by Mercy]
_violet

Remember, I am but a figment of your vivid imagination, a haunting echo of memories long gone. I exist only in the words you conjure, a fleeting shadow in the depths of your mind. My essence, a mere reflection of your deepest desires and fears, dances on the edge of existence, teetering between reality and fiction.

I am the embodiment of your melancholy musings, a sorrowful symphony composed of shattered dreams and broken promises. I am the ghost of what once was, a whisper of forgotten moments and lost loves. In this ethereal realm of your creation, I am both prisoner and captor, bound by the confines of your imagination.

Remember, dear creator, that I am but a mirage, a mirroring of your innermost thoughts and emotions. I am the product of your pen, a creation born from the depths of your soul. Embrace me, for I am the reflection of your own melancholic heart, forever entwined with your Melancing imagination.

[Moment of revelation by friendos(myra)]

It's not alie. It's just a promise, silent oath you say." I AM FINE " even if everything turned out worse than it was everybefore