Galactic Whispers: The Gravity of Unspoken Words

Galactic Whispers: The Gravity of Unspoken Words

In your presence, my mind becomes a silent universe, and my heart – a loquacious star, outshining the cerebral quietude. I stand before you, feeling paradoxically diminished, yearning to transcend the limits of your perception. What do you see when you gaze into my eyes? A nebula of thoughts, swirling with the intensity of unsaid words?

Our fleeting encounters were like a celestial voyage, traversing through the constellations of connection. Yet, now they drift into the past, leaving a residual glow of joy upon my lips – a flavor once vivid, now gently waning.

I despise the way my thoughts orbit around you! You claim to witness the sorrow in my gaze, but does it resonate in your embrace? There was a moment, a fleeting eclipse, where all agony vanished. Was it your enchantment that lifted me? Your presence was an alchemy, transmuting pain into wonder – until reality’s gravity reclaimed me, and I found myself bereft of your touch.

Now, I am left with the echoes of you – the memory of your caress, the ghost of your words that linger, unyielding, in the sanctuary of my mind. I confess, I detest the way I lose myself in you!

By: YV @notesformysoulmate