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Rainy Reasons and Ruminations through a Wet Pain of a Classy Lass

1:33 pm Saturday, 2nd October, 2021

A story wafted itself across the winds. A soul lost in transit. Can one make up the lost waves of empathetic silence we once shared? Not likely. Not after you blew your breath into all forest fires causing the entire town to burn in shame. You fled the flames, leaving me to pick the charred remains of what we once shared, a cool safe haven.
Now I realise waiting is no longer the option. Inaction is also best avoided. So to greener pastures I venture. Sights long forgotten revisited. Glory of the past burns a little glow beneath the ashes of my shattered ego. The Self survives, multiplies, reverberates into evolving waves of greater amplitude and higher crests.



Comments
11:52 pm Saturday, 2nd October, 2021

values may not mix but vibrations can intersect.😘

1:55 am Sunday, 3rd October, 2021

Reaching a infinite crescendo ? Words don't do justice to this poetry

3:05 am Sunday, 3rd October, 2021

Wonderful, u r giving a misterious experience.words are creating a beautiful flow as if in a Wordsworth poem.it creates reverberrations both in mind and......................πŸ’€πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜Š

7:49 am Sunday, 3rd October, 2021

Thank You for your comments. If one can find a method in this madness of words, I'm glad. Words are all one has right now. So employ it to its full potential I guess is what we all do.

9:31 am Sunday, 3rd October, 2021



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9:34 am Sunday, 3rd October, 2021

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9:37 am Sunday, 3rd October, 2021

హాయ్ ఫ్రెం఑్స్ డేర్ నైస్ ΰ°Ÿΰ±ΰ°°ΰ°Έΰ±ΰ°Ÿΰ±β€Œ సెక్స్ ΰ°―ΰ±€πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ

6:58 pm Sunday, 3rd October, 2021


Poetic with a beautiful flow of words. I wish you had written it up like a poem itself.
No sense ever in revenge, for when I hurt the other, I hurt myself more!
As you put it well, words are all we have, our revenge n our catharsis, our outpouring of despair n of love.
The glowing embers can still set fire, if carefully stoked n can build a conflagration that can be cleansing n the start of new beginings.
The self is a survivor. N often there is no choice but to. We just need to find the right waves that amplify but not get clipped! There is an ebb n flow in life, the rhythm of life itself. In it let's find our comfort n our adventures.

3:56 am Monday, 18th October, 2021

Wonderful read. Keep posting.Β 

11:06 am Monday, 15th November, 2021

You’re pretty cool to write this. Burning the town down? Neat.

3:37 am Wednesday, 1st December, 2021

Words got us connected. Lit the flame even at both ends then things happened and we parted ways. I withdrew and thought of resorting to space where I'll have the least traces of her alchemic words and here we are. Damn you.

7:23 am Saturday, 11th December, 2021

in love there is no two. they melt and become one.

12:58 am Wednesday, 22nd December, 2021

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😑

1:49 pm Sunday, 2nd January, 2022

Hello

10:29 am Monday, 10th January, 2022

Baby I m waiting for u

10:31 am Monday, 10th January, 2022

Β your thinking is very niceΒ 

9:27 am Sunday, 30th January, 2022

I wait for your lovely responseΒ 

3:58 pm Sunday, 3rd July, 2022

What if surviving is just the beginning. And reconciliation is the true course? What if reaching a state when one is as spontaneous as the waves while brimming with passion and being as stoic as a mountain in the face of adversity (even if it's one's past) is the destination?

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