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  • wanderdust1725 1w

    Fearing you'd lose more than you can handle, lies became your only defense mechanism.
    While I blinded myself for this was my only escapism from the underlying pain and torment.
    Yet, they'd creep silently under my lashes every night when you'd be fast asleep turning into inconsoble tears ....feeding themselves on this web of lies.
    ©Iman

  • wanderdust1725 4w

    Monsters aren't hiding in your closet.
    They are lurking inside of your head.
    ©Iman

  • wanderdust1725 8w

    Hakuna matata

    Being able to immerse yourself back into your childhood days where there was nothing to worry

    ©Iman

  • wanderdust1725 8w

    Silence you call it but how can silence exist when there is always the sound of your own heart? Just as with whiteness there is light, and blackness is a canvass for dreams; if there is a soul present, there is always something. And so as the quietness grows deeper and I hear my own steady rhythm from within, I call this silence."

  • wanderdust1725 10w

    Her hallucinations were getting progressively less amusing. As she sat to play the piano, she looked up to see a corpse hanging by a noose from the lamp.
    ©Iman

  • wanderdust1725 10w

    "Rain and tears mingle on my face, painful heartache, yet the reason remains unknown. Only the pinkness of my eyes gives any clue to my sadness in this city ... Everyone seems to hide a pain... that lingers in their eyes... waiting for someone to heal these silent cuts."
    ©Iman

  • wanderdust1725 10w

    "That small flickering flame was our only source of light, it grew dimmer every moment as the wax melted down to its last... In an instant we were left in utter darkness."
    ©Iman

  • wanderdust1725 10w

    "That small flickering flame was our only source of light, it grew dimmer every moment as the wax melted down to its last... In an instant we were left in utter darkness."
    ©Iman

  • wanderdust1725 10w

    Melancholia

    "When the sadness comes my appetite is ash on the floor. The food gets stuck, four bites and I'm done. The urge to cry comes and goes, chaotic, powerful, spilling hot tears. In-between the floods it sits heavy on my heart. I won't sit still though, I won't curl up and refuse to move like my body wants. This too will shall pass..."
    ©Iman

  • wanderdust1725 10w

    Melancholia

    "When the sadness comes my appetite is ash on the floor. The food gets stuck, four bites and I'm done. The urge to cry comes and goes, chaotic, powerful, spilling hot tears. In-between the floods it sits heavy on my heart. I won't sit still though, I won't curl up and refuse to move like my body wants. This too will pass..."
    ©Iman