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Music to frame the stories of painted heartache that live like oceans in each stroke against the canvas of our spirit
Possibility
Sometimes it ignores me
Sometimes it feels like a chess game stuck in a looped stalemate
But sometimes we laugh and hug and dance to invisible music
And my soul ignites
Hidden inside our hearts are the ghosts of flowers we never planted,
their blooms haunting us with stories we can only touch in the dreams we cry through our tears
#vss365 #poetry
Art by @abitofwhimsyart