Within the core of a unfeeling soul, lies a fortress constructed from brick. This is where love are forbidden, and the walls stand as a obstruction to any attempt at intimacy. This is a state of loneliness where warmth struggles to shine. The presence of another can evoke only emptiness, for the spirit within is ensnared by its own inward barriers.
copyright Unheard
The weight of sentiments can be a difficult thing to carry. Sometimes, we hold back our tears, keeping lies locked away inside. We construct walls of reticence, dreading the results of expressing what we truly sense. This cycle can trap us, leaving us isolated in a world of hidden copyright.
- Belief remains that one day the barrier will crumble, allowing the current of truth to gush.
- For now, we must find courage in the quiet that engulfs us, knowing that even in silence, our souls are not lost.
The Unbroken Silence
In the heart of a hushed domain, secrets linger. Each sound is a phantom vibration, a token to lost memories. The very essence hangs heavy with an unspoken truth. A tangible barrier divides us from the reality that remains concealed.
Twisted Smiles and Dim Eyes
The crowd roared with celebration/applause/approval, but their faces were masks of discontent/despair/anguish. Their smiles, brittle/forced/painted-on, couldn't hide the torment/suffering/pain in their eyes. The hollow gaze/glance/look held a darkness/emptiness/void that spoke volumes of the lies/deception/secrets they carried within.
Each laugh/chuckle/snicker was a hollow/empty/forced sound, echoing the cacophony/discord/chaos that rumbled/throbbed/pulsated beneath the surface.
They danced/shuffled/moved, but their bodies were rigid/unresponsive/lifeless. They participated/pretended/feigned, but their souls had already fled/departed/disappeared.
Existing Through a Concrete Sky
The city grips you with its impenetrable sky. Buildings tower toward the heavens, their glass and steel fronts reflecting back the muted light of the sun. A constant hum pervades the air, a pulsing symphony of engines fra the ones who never cried and distant voices.
Here, nature is confined to tiny patches—a scraggly tree struggling for sunlight on a fire escape, a single bird darting between skyscrapers, the faint scent of rain after a fleeting shower.
Yet, even in this steel jungle, there are moments of fragile beauty. The crimson hues of sunset bleeding through the canyons, the glitter of streetlights on wet asphalt, the sudden laughter of children playing in a park. These are the moments that remind us that even beneath a concrete sky, life finds a way to blossom.
Amidst Sorrow Dwells Unseen
A soul heavy with grief can often be found lost in a world that seems indifferent to its pain. Their heart is a labyrinth of torment, where shadows dance and whispers of forgotten joys haunt every corner. Here, sorrow takes on a life of its own, an unseen presence that persists in the silence between breaths. It engulfs them like a shroud, obscuring the light within.
Yet, even in this abyss, there are glimmers of hope, fragments of resilience that refuse to be quenched. For sorrow is a fleeting visitor, and though its impact may linger for a time, it cannot ultimately consume the human spirit.