Some souls are just meant to be in our lives for a little while, but their impact lasts forever. Even when they leave, they remain in the spaces we cannot see, filling the silence with memories that never fade.

A Gentle Ache | #dangers of my mind.

Sadness - A Gentle Ache
The gray drifts in, soft as dawn’s first sigh,
A quiet ache that lingers on the air.
Empty streets stretch beneath a fading sky,
Whispers of loss hang heavy everywhere.
A song forgotten, notes of what was near,
Now lost in fog that blurs the mind’s clear eye.
The longing rests, a shadow held in fear,
For things unspoken, passed without goodbye.

He who fears he will suffer, already suffers because he fears.

Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.