The endless longing for kindness is the folly of a lovesick soul. 

m.a.

Maze of silence

The air was heavy with his absence, thickened by silence that hung in every corner, like a maze that my mind ran through interminably.
m.a.

Rain

Sometimes, deep in the night it rains and it rinses my soul everytime it does. It drowns out the noise of the world, and everything else seems less significant compared to this miracle. I can smell both the sky and the earth, as if it brought them together for a while. 

m.a.

After remorse, sustained sadness is the most soul crushing burden to bear.
m.a.