Thirsty for love.

(Picture people rushing in a crowded street)

She is in denial.

Running running running.

No silence. Please.

Can’t stand to think about it.


(Picture engraved black letters on a tombstone overgrown with weed)

Self hate.

So strong.

Engraved. Accepted. 



(Picture an old well.)

Sadness as its own purpose.


It physically hurts.

She is confused.

Thirsty for love.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Perfect Shots.”

That was three shots, but I have the fourth.

(Picture woman standing in light, light goes from inside her and outside, it surrounds her.)

The wall has collapsed.

And she liberated herself.

She found a well.

She is not as thirsty anymore. ❤

18 thoughts on “Thirsty for love.

    1. I have so much to share 🙂 It might not come out as a written word but the journey I am taken from my youngest years against my will has put me in the position of both, person who asks why me, and person who gets to understand a lot of things. 🙂 Glad you liked it hehe

      1. I am still too shy and closed up to share them, specially on a public platform… But I know I will one day, I need to become more sure of it myself 🙂

      2. <3!
        But they do come out in my inspirational posts, and posts like this, I just don't tell where and how I realized that and what I had to go through to understand. But in the end, that doesn't really matter for the message I want to send right now 😀

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