Wednesday
Favoured Frenzy
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Missing the Ones Who Faded Like Smoke
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This feels like a whisper to the past — tender, unhurried, full of quiet longing.Lately, I’ve been haunted — not by ghosts (I wish it were that simple), but by memories.
Old friends. Conversations that once glowed faintly in the dark, now nothing more than ashes in the corners of my mind.
It’s strange, isn’t it? How people can vanish without dying.
One day they’re laughing beside you, the next, you only remember the echo of their words. I like to think they’re out there, somewhere, walking through their own strange storms — alive, growing, perhaps even happy.
Still… I miss them.
Not in the desperate, clinging way. Just softly — like missing the scent of rain or the sound of an old song.
If any of you still linger here, in this quiet little corner of the internet, consider this my candle left in the window.
No pressure. No expectations. Just a hope that maybe, one night, you’ll wander back.
Until then,
I’ll keep listening for footsteps in the silence.
— Wednesday
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Some bonds never fade; they simply wait in the soft corners of memory ,
meant to return someday.
Wednesday
Favoured Frenzy
Some memories feel like home, no matter how far we’ve wandered. Maybe that’s their way of stayingThis feels like a whisper to the past — tender, unhurried, full of quiet longing.
Some bonds never fade; they simply wait in the soft corners of memory ,
meant to return someday.
Wednesday
Favoured Frenzy
Aww, that makes me so happy too!
Someday u will meet them and you will discuss all those memories u had and it will happen soonerLately, I’ve been haunted — not by ghosts (I wish it were that simple), but by memories.
Old friends. Conversations that once glowed faintly in the dark, now nothing more than ashes in the corners of my mind.
It’s strange, isn’t it? How people can vanish without dying.
One day they’re laughing beside you, the next, you only remember the echo of their words. I like to think they’re out there, somewhere, walking through their own strange storms — alive, growing, perhaps even happy.
Still… I miss them.
Not in the desperate, clinging way. Just softly — like missing the scent of rain or the sound of an old song.
If any of you still linger here, in this quiet little corner of the internet, consider this my candle left in the window.
No pressure. No expectations. Just a hope that maybe, one night, you’ll wander back.
Until then,
I’ll keep listening for footsteps in the silence.
— Wednesday
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Like a phoenix u will rise from the ashes and fly peacefully with new people and old ones with endless memories
Wednesday
Favoured Frenzy
Waiting uh….