Writing Prompt

People says that nobody leaves because they want,and that they leaves because they need to,or at least they feel like it. But it is wrong. People can also leaves for their own self. They can leave for their own dreams.

Sometimes,to archive your dreams means to give up and leave -other people,not your dreams- and to risk so many things. To archive your dreams means letting go of people even befo...

I can’t, feel anything,

Where am I?

I can’t see.

Hear,

Move.

What happened to me?

Am I paralyzed?

I was fine a few minutes ago,

So what is this?

Is that, me?

I’m young again,

I’m, reliving memories of my youth,

But, it all happened already,

So why am I seeing them?

Am I, dead?

But I don’t recall dying,

I was on the bus,

Now I’m here.

OW, my head hurts,

Why though?

What’s happening?

What am I d...

Consciousness wraps itself around me, pulling me out and away from the gentle caress of sleep. Not even the Sun has risen from her slumber, though even through the absence I still feel her warmth creep through the windowsill.

A soft breath ghosts over my back, like the gentle breeze that swoons the flowers and trees.

Despite my aching heart, I can do nothing but allow the smallest of smiles.

...

Last night I had a dream

I held you in my arms

Protected from the world

You looked up and said to me

Forever mine

Then I awoke

A tear went down my eye

As I noticed, I was alone...

Elaine knew what she was doing. As the eldest child, her family relied on her, so she had grown to be responsible. She was even successful in starting a company, which proved that she could stand on her own two feet.

She was perfectly capable of making good choices, because she was _independent_.

But then, what was this? As the tears kept streaming down her now-ex-boyfriend’s face, she couldn’t ...

I looked around unsure of what was happening

Everyone i ever knew gathered around me

They gazed at me with such deep pity, their eyes brimming with tears, as if all hope had slipped away

Everything was starting to make sense. For the first time in forever i could tell where i was

I glanced around to get a better look at the people there

"Kris" i muttered slowly almost losing my breath. Ever...

My ears ached as I heard the phones ring. _I can’t bear to hear it. _My thoughts clouded my mind. Everything in my mind was telling me not to accept this last goodbye. My thoughts screamed so loudly that I couldn’t hear the monitor anymore.

The hand interlocked with mine remained ice cold. The realization hit me when I understood that even my warmth couldnt reach the hand of the one who passed. ...

I couldn’t move. Not one step. Not an inch. Not even an atom. A sob broke from my throat. Gashing heat gathered at my eyes. I still couldn’t move. I love my hand to wipe my tears but a gentle hand prevents me from it.

“Don’t cry, we’ll meet again,” your hazel eyes bore into mine. How can you be so calm? Calloused hands cradle my head; it’s almost as though we’re eight again. Running in the beaut...

I can’t imagine the day you left. It was out of left field and baseball was never on your mind…

Hold on. I’ve written so much about how you left, it could be a novel.

Wish I could be more poetic, but you took my job, my cat and left me broke and homeless.

The only thing left for me is the label I never gave you.

You’re a piece of sh*t. Dig holes, fall in them and fu*king die 🙃...

I already miss you.

Someone who I grew close to

Someone I fell for

Someone I inevitably had to leave, bc everything that’s good comes to an end eventually. You can’t have the highs w/out the lows.

You brightened my day when all I could see were the storms

I wish you the best, truly, I just thought I’d be w/ you for the rest of our lives.

You went w/ your bright sunny future & confused self & lef...