A simple and random collection of thoughts about life & love, wants & desires, and the direction.
This might have been how Ophelia when her father died. This could also be how Hamlet felt whenever his uncle/step father murdered his father.
Posting the best poems by Beau Taplin.
If you lose someone to death, it is an absence that is unending. In the full bloom of life, they just disappear.
💔Mom I feel the enormity of your absence every second of the day. Tucked wayyy back in my mind is the fact that your gone.