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. 

Feared.

.

(Picture an old well.)

Sadness as its own purpose.

Despair. 

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. ❤

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Author: ivyon

Hello! I have a blog on address ivymosquito.wordpress.com so feel free to check it out ;)

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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