Tales of Lilac

In the quiet depths of an introverted heart, Love blooms like a hidden work of art. In gentle whispers and soft-spoken words, Emotions dance, like elusive birds. In solitude's embrace, love finds its home, Where silence speaks more than words alone. In the tender touch and the lingering gaze, Affection blooms in mysterious ways. Though introverted, love knows no bounds, It thrives in the stillness where peace abounds. In shared moments of quiet understanding, Two souls unite, their hearts expanding. So cherish the love of an introvert's heart, For its depth and beauty set it apart. In the calm and the quiet, love truly thrives, As two souls connect in their silent lives. And ONLY theirs, is the only one you can never doubt, For lies and deceit don't exist in their world, Honesty is their worship. Blessed are they that find affection in the eyes of an introvert. Blessed is I in his hands.

"But you survived!" ~ three words that know the way to my deepest pit of grief. Words are blades of steel forged in the ancient times by spirits to cut through the thick walls of the soul leaving its vulnerable scent evaporating and diffusing into the tissues of the mortal body. I stared at the glass in my hand, halfway to my mouth and the view of the red wine took me back to my darkest times. Times I don't talk about and would donate my silver rings just to avoid their narration. You know those scenarios that give you a dejavu , not the enticing one but the traumatic type....yeah. Survival ?! Survived ?! Survivor ?!!!!!.......like is it something one should worship or adore like it's a grant wish from the gods. People make it sound like it's a national security concern that medals and crowns should be designed and awarded to   survivors for surviving !!! I can't even picture a sane person smiling about some stone or whatever metal hanging on their...