In the Depths of Madness

I am not here to compete, nor to parade my eloquence. My words are not a battleground, but vessels—hollow and waiting. Dip yourself into their depths, and you’ll find more than ink and syllables. There, your madness flows, intertwining with my veins. It pulses, a tempest, more potent than mere blood. In this quiet rebellion, we become more than words. We become whispers, etched into the marrow of existence. Copyright © Beatriz Esmer Continue reading In the Depths of Madness

Someone who touches your soul …

In a world where physical attraction often takes precedence, it is rare to find someone who touches your soul more than your body. When you find that person, hold on to them tightly and never let them go. There is a beauty in the way they look at you, a depth in their eyes that speaks to your very essence. Their touch ignites a fire within your soul, a warmth that spreads through every fiber of your being. It is a connection that goes beyond physical desire, transcending the boundaries of the body and reaching into the depths of the … Continue reading Someone who touches your soul …