Idle anthem.

Some things are better left unsaid, in the pit of your stomach, festering heartache of what could have been. Some things are better left alone, in dark corners of houses that used to be your haven. Love, your heart is a gruesome desire of “can’t be” and “what should have been”. Your soul is tainted…

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Saudade: /saʊˈdɑːdə/

Close your eyes love, your broken wings can’t fly. Close your eyes love, you live in a land where memories never fade. In an imaginarium where your heart is mine and my soul is yours, we fall into the sky dreaming. Playing with nostalgia like we do with fire, the one that lies within our…

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Salt.

There is something very poetic about the sound of the waves crashing against your skin, wrapping you in prickly sensations and thrusting you towards my reaching arms. I revolve around my own spine and untangle my legs to make room for yours… you smile, the sun reflecting off your eyes into the horizon, your shoulders…

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