A lonely kind of pain where you miss someone all while feeling unwanted. A quiet kind of heartbreak that hides behind loyalty and patience.
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A lonely kind of pain where you miss someone all while feeling unwanted. A quiet kind of heartbreak that hides behind loyalty and patience.
“Red Candy” - 2025
Notes from Author: Reads from very bottom up.
Or maybe… just maybe…
You’re right.
This is my home now. With you - and the others too.
I found you! I won! Will you let me go home now?
You said you would…
Can’t you see? You can’t hide from me…
Are you in there?
Not all places want to be entered.
Some guard their secrets, and punish those who search too deep.
Still…
I stepped inside.
Did you leave this clue for me? Is there something that you want me to see?
But, satisfaction brought them back…
You couldn’t keep me out silly cat.
Is this an attempt to keep me away…? To keep me wondering, wandering.
Or maybe this is a warning.
After all, curiosity killed the cat…
I tried to find you…
If the night whispered your name, would you answer?
It spoke to me… On a night so dark that time froze in place. As chills raced down my spine and every hair on my body rose… The night whispered, and in its silence I heard everything. A voice that was not mine, yet knew me better than I knew myself. I decided to answer.
The place is still here, the voices aren’t…
somebody loved me here, once