Quick thought. Miss


When you cannot fall apart without giving a last breath.

Missing someone in such a sharp way, that you lose control over your heart beat.

Not a thought in sight. Only an obsession.

Sleepless nights, bleeding dreams,

Your veins race without direction.

Never again, but just a sound…

“Stay with me. I’ll be your guard.”

Be what you want. I’ll just surrender.

I’m Mar.
Head of The Bold Mom.
Promoter and compulsive thinker.

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