Longing desire
As the night enveloped me in its velvety embrace, I found myself ensconced in a cocoon of swirling thoughts and conflicting emotions. The soft glow of the street lights filtered through the curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room.
The faint scent of denial lingered in the air, a delicate reminder of the fragility of the moment.
With each passing minute, the silence grew heavier, punctuated only by the rhythmic cadence of my own breathing.
The cool breeze whispered through the window, carrying with it the distant echoes of the city's nocturnal symphony.
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind, I grappled with the weight of uncertainty, each thought a tangled thread in the intricate tapestry of my consciousness. The memory of Benjamin lingered like a ghost, haunting the recesses of my thoughts and casting a shadow over any possibility of moving forward.