#MarchPrompt8

i invoke your name, and think every ripple is you, think every splash could be a syllable, every bubble a memory. i think the fishes you, and they wait as i wait, but one day, they disperse, they die, and my body turns from warm to a bloodless sort of cold. and yet i stay, a numbing ...

#MarchPrompt8 :rotating_light: TRIGGER WARNING! This poem may be triggering for persons who are struggling with suicidal thoughts! The Spirits The spirits are dancing Laughing and playing In a realm that is beyond ours Where there is only happiness And no more pain I want to them in their ranks Enj...

┏━━━━°.•☆•.°━━━━┓ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ:   ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ ᴏғ Mᴀʀᴄʜ ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ sᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ... ʜᴀsʜᴛᴀɢ: #marchprompt8 ┗━━━━°.•☆•.°━━━━┛   Down by the clear waters of the river, brightly painted fish hover hidden by the shadows  of ...

#MarchPrompt8 not my picture, I just edited it Swimming along, not knowing how to think, of how society could be gone in a blink. Life so simple, with nothing to due, not knowing it could end, out of the blue. Some people worry there life away, while oth...