The Writer's Torment is a collective space to showcase, poetry, short stories, screenplays, and written songs. We will have group poetry building exercise to collaborate
The Writer's Torment is a collective space to showcase, poetry, short stories, screenplays, and written songs. We will have group poetry building exercise to collaborate new masterpieces, and make writing less tormenting.
Treasured Temples:In the soft twilight of our shared time, within the tender sphere of months turned to memories, we've crafted an intricate world of connection. Beyond the realm of the physical, past... View MoreTreasured Temples:In the soft twilight of our shared time, within the tender sphere of months turned to memories, we've crafted an intricate world of connection. Beyond the realm of the physical, past the count of embraces and the memory of touch, lies a truth resplendent in its simplicity: our souls have danced in the eternal ballet of unity, timelessly entwined.For isn't every meeting of hearts, every shared sigh under the whispered confessions of the night, a welcome into the sanctuaries of our truest selves? The temple, your inner realm, doesn't quantify my entrances or my departures. Instead, it memorizes the quality of the emotion, the depth of the connection, the resonance of two hearts beating the ancient rhythm of one shared song.Each encounter, irrespective of its form, was a sacred communion of souls. My essence did not just 'enter' or 'exit'; it was invited to blend with yours, in a divine amalgamation transcending the physicalities of love. We've embarked on countless journeys, through valleys of shadow and peaks of light, within each other’s spiritual landscapes. And in each, we didn't tally the steps taken side by side; we cherished the footprints left on our souls.The portal to your soul doesn’t reckon my coming and going in mere numbers, for we've traveled far beyond, into a realm where every breath I take in your presence is a pilgrimage, every whisper, a prayer in the cathedral of your being.Thus, beloved, it's not 'how many' that paints the canvas of our love, but 'how deeply' and 'how truly' we have touched the very essence of one another. For in the arithmetic of love, we count not the moments, but the heartbeats shared, the sighs exchanged, and the tender promises that the dawn witnesses in the silent language of our intertwined spirits.