“For so long I’ve waited for the day you turn to me with true love in your eyes. I’ve sat, and patiently watched as all the other lovers walked by wishing and wanting the same. I cried out “why can’t that be us” , pulling you towards me. Begging for the day stability could cradle my heart. I’ve…
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
