When daddy isn’t with me, i feel the quiet before i even hear the absence of noise. It’s a quiet that is there even with every distraction trying to help me forget. The silence of his absence is the loudest thing i hear, and I long so badly to hear the soft purr of his breathing, and the strong beat of his heart against my ears. His presence fills the room with a lullaby to my soul, singing me gently to sleep. The stabbing of silence when he is gone is almost too hard to bear, but I know that soon I will feel him next to me and his heartbeat will fill the room and lull me to sleep once more. I know that the agony I feel is only because the sound of him beside me is such bliss. He carries with him my heart song, he carries my heart.
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