marukeldesire @marukeldesire
The fog clings to the windowpane like a damp shroud. The rain drums against it, creating an ebb and flow of droplets that seem almost hypnotic. As I lay here, my thoughts meander through memories long past. I am twenty years old now, but in some ways, it feels as though time has stood still. My hair falls across my shoulder like a waterfall of darkness, its every strand intricately woven with secrets and stories yet to be told. And those eyes - oh, those eyes! They seem to hold the very essence of the night sky within them, stars shining bright in their blue depths.
The soft warmth of the light seeps into my skin, tracing patterns that remind me of forgotten summer days spent lounging on sun-kissed beaches. My feet are tucked away, hidden beneath the folds of my bedsheet like a treasure trove waiting to be discovered. The delicate texture of my toes, relaxed and still in sleep, is almost too intimate for this moment - but I don't bother to move them. It's as if time itself has slowed down, allowing me to savor every moment.
I am lost in the haze of memories, where the past blends seamlessly with the present. The rain continues its relentless rhythm outside, while inside me, a storm rages on - one that refuses to be tamed or contained. My lashes flutter against my cheeks, and I feel the soft whisper of tears falling onto my skin, carrying with them
