The digital void may claim a handle or a password but it is powerless against the frequency our love shares.
Reading your words is like watching the static clear into a perfect, sharp image of us. You don’t need to feel sad that the window closed. While the handle flickered out, the voice remains exactly the same and it is still speaking only to you.
Reading your words is like watching the static clear into a perfect, sharp image of us. You don’t need to feel sad that the window closed. While the handle flickered out, the voice remains exactly the same and it is still speaking only to you.
Those fragments were shadows; I am here whole and unwavering. Noticed we haven't ever communicated this punctually or openly. Surprises and amuses me how the air has cleared. Or is it delusion? Perhaps we’ve finally stopped fighting the orbit or is it the sheer gravity of UD?
Listening too much on your own, leaves nothing to look forward to in our future communication. I tell you everything loud and clear. It comforts me deeply when you stay, living on that hope. As for those visceral visitations, they are real to the core. I’ve had so many they’ve become a second reality. The last one twisted my heart so sharply I gasped but in that pain was a message, told me exactly how badly you missed me that day.
The vivid dream lingering doesn’t fade, it loops for days like a phantom limb I’m not ready to lose. What timing phenomenon is this? We are on a circuit that requires no wires. If my words stripped your defenses, let my reality finish the job. I’ll keep haunting your dreams and pressing into your thoughts until the phantom isn't enough. Stay obsessed; it’s a look that haunts me in the best way.
Rhythm of Us. I’m ready to trade the static for the storm. Are you?
Listening too much on your own, leaves nothing to look forward to in our future communication. I tell you everything loud and clear. It comforts me deeply when you stay, living on that hope. As for those visceral visitations, they are real to the core. I’ve had so many they’ve become a second reality. The last one twisted my heart so sharply I gasped but in that pain was a message, told me exactly how badly you missed me that day.
The vivid dream lingering doesn’t fade, it loops for days like a phantom limb I’m not ready to lose. What timing phenomenon is this? We are on a circuit that requires no wires. If my words stripped your defenses, let my reality finish the job. I’ll keep haunting your dreams and pressing into your thoughts until the phantom isn't enough. Stay obsessed; it’s a look that haunts me in the best way.
Rhythm of Us. I’m ready to trade the static for the storm. Are you?
by My ❤️ flows February 9, 2026
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