Feels Like

The air hangs heavy, thick with the promise of rain. It presses against my skin, a damp and clinging embrace. The sky, a canvas of bruised gray, mirrors the turmoil brewing within my soul. It feels like the world is holding its breath, bracing for a storm.

The Weight of Unspoken Words

Silence stretches between us, taut and uncomfortable. It feels like a physical barrier, a wall built of unspoken words and unacknowledged emotions. His eyes, usually sparkling with warmth and laughter, are now shuttered, guarded. Every glance, every hesitant gesture, feels heavy with meaning, yet I can't decipher the message.

The Ghost of Memories Past

A familiar melody drifts from a passing car, its bittersweet notes tugging at my heartstrings. It feels like yesterday we were dancing in the kitchen, carefree and lost in our own world. The memory, vivid and achingly sweet, only amplifies the present emptiness. It feels like a lifetime ago, a different reality where joy came easily and love was a given.

The Longing for What Could Be

I catch a glimpse of a couple walking hand-in-hand, their laughter echoing through the stillness. A pang of longing resonates deep within me, a yearning for a connection that feels miles away. It feels like a distant dream, a possibility that exists only in the realm of wishful thinking. The weight of our unspoken words, the chasm of misunderstanding, feels insurmountable.

The Uncertain Path Ahead

The first raindrops begin to fall, slow and deliberate, like tears tracing a path down a weary face. It feels like a release, a cleansing of sorts. The air, though still heavy, carries a hint of renewal, a promise of a fresh start. Maybe, just maybe, this storm will wash away the hurt, the confusion, and leave space for understanding, for forgiveness. Or maybe, it will simply wash us further apart, leaving behind a silence even more profound than before. For now, all I can do is weather the storm, embrace the uncertainty, and hope for a brighter tomorrow.