Waiting's a quiet kind of storm, heavy with hope's soft thunder, where time bends, almost kindly, and the clock forgets to hurry. I'll wait for you.
Between breaths, stars are heartbeats-each a maybe. Distance shrinks when dreams do, so I stretch… still waiting.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 2nd, 2025 07:15
- Category: Reflection
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Wistful, hauntingly romantic and with a longing that reaches out beyond space and time. Lovely and a fave
There’s something so beautiful about waiting. At times hurtful, it feels rewarding. Thanks for sharing 🫶
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