𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣

A city of ghosts

Lost from 2020

“Soulmates aren’t just lovers.”

— Ryn Weaver

I waited for you, spring passed but not a sight of you.

In a mood to dissolve in tranquility of the Earth, to get away from the madness and chaos and just breathe freely. In a mood to surrender to love and all its limitlessness. In a mood to bathe in the warmth of the sunny air.

- Anneshwa

@bhoomisworld ❤️🌻

Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “The Loop"

it is true, we do not know the existence of something, until it is felt in one way or another. the sunset was not known, before its brilliance in crimson, blush, and magenta was seen evolving across someone’s vision. thunder was not feared and hidden from until it was heard booming into a person’s eardrums. sunlight was not warm until it gazed upon a strangers naked skin. and i am forever misunderstood until my words land upon the hearts that need them the most. and what could be more prevailingly real than that.

Maria Kreyn, Alone Together