Source: Ready to tackle any hardship.
Then comes the crack.
The one obstacle we can’t overcome.
It will break us.
Or make us stronger.
The choice is ours.
choice
LOST IN THE STORM
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The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness coats the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Strands of hair fly in the wind.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
I feel it.
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Let it take me to its depths.
I spread my arms,
Lift my head high.
I let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity,
Lost to the rushing wind,
Prisoner of the ultimate despair,
Partner in pain and sorrow.
The choice is made and done.
I float away with my dear one.
Together we will forge a path
Through darkness and hell
To a heavenly place beyond.
A CANDY STORE
Source:lafleurdesmurailles
A candy store of adventure.
Yellow, red, or blue?
Which one is for you?
SOAK ME
Source:relatlonship
Hit me.
Strike me.
I will carry on.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I will carry on.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
LOST IN A STORM
The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness fills the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Flashes light the darkening sky.
Yes, I can feel it.
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Will it bring me down to its depths?
I spread my arms wide.
Lift my head up high.
And let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity.
Lost to the rushing wind.
Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.
Partner in pain and sorrow.
The choice is made and done.
I float away with my dear one.
Together we will forge a path
Through darkness and hell
To the heavenly place beyond.
THE PATH
Source:elenamorelli
The path to the unknown.
Take it to the end.
No right or left turns.
Only straight ahead.
The light glimmers.
It beckons to us.
We must follow it.
We have no choice.
The end is waiting.
OPEN THE DOOR
A closed door.
It can open to many things.
It can lead to a garden of flowers.
It can also lead to unspeakable horrors.
What are you in the mood for?
Do you want pretty flowers,
or do you want to explore the unknown?
The choice is yours.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
