Walls of Granite Hearts
Within the essence of a unfeeling soul, lies a fortress erected from brick. This is where love are barred, and the walls remain as a defense to any attempt at intimacy. This is a condition of loneliness where hope struggles to penetrate. The gaze of another can evoke only indifference, for the being within is ensnared by its own internal defenses.
copyright Unheard
The weight of feelings can be a difficult thing to carry. Sometimes, we hold back our anguish, keeping lies locked away inside. We build walls of silence, avoiding the outcomes of releasing what we truly perceive. This pattern can imprison us, leaving us isolated in a world of buried copyright.
- Belief remains that one day the barrier will crumble, allowing the current of truth to cascade.
- For now, we must strive strength in the stillness that encompasses us, understanding that even in reserve, our voices are not silenced.
A Steadfast Quiet
In the heart of the stillness, secrets resonate. Each murmuration is a ghostly apparition, a testament to past events. The air thickens with a palpable weight. A heavy veil isolates us from the truth that is shrouded.
Aching Smiles and Dull 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.
Living Through a Concrete Sky
The city embraces you with its unyielding sky. Buildings pierce toward the heavens, their glass and steel fronts reflecting back the faded light of the sun. A constant hum pervades the air, a vibrating symphony of engines and distant voices.
Here, nature is restricted to tiny fragments—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 the ones who never cried are moments of fragile beauty. The amber hues of sunset bleeding through the canyons, the shimmer of streetlights on wet asphalt, the unforeseen 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.
Where Sorrow Dwells Unseen
A soul heavy with grief can often be found lost in a world that presents itself indifferent to its pain. Their heart is a labyrinth of torment, where shadows dance and whispers of gone by joys haunt every corner. Here, sorrow takes on a life of its own, an unseen presence that lingers in the silence between breaths. It wraps 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 stifled. For sorrow is a transient visitor, and though its influence may linger for a time, it cannot ultimately consume the human spirit.