• fkjadoon 45w

    The Presence of the Absence of You

    And she looks for you behind closed eyelids
    and suppressed heartbeats, in every face and every familiar smell, but she never finds you there... And when she doesn't, it makes her heart clench and soul cry out at the emptiness that has made a permanent residence inside her veins, slithering slowly through them like a stealthy virus slowly spreading through the body while rendering her indifferent to all
    that goes on beyond that empty world of broken
    dreams and cracked smiles. And the only
    thing that she does recognise and feel,
    in every minute of every hour, is the
    presence of the absence of
    y o u.