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Sep 19, 2026 06:02 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Spark of word

quote The words gush out. From the head onto the paper. Like a river that knows a beginning, but no end.
One thing follows another, sometimes faster than she can follow them. Thoughts, feelings, images … on and on.
There's a special magic in it.
One that brings fantasies to life. That suddenly creates an image out of the mere imagination of an encounter. Out of a moment, an experience.
So close, as if it had really happened.
As if this closeness had actually existed. As if there had really been this soft crackling on her skin.
Or was the crackling at the end just the spark?
A small trigger that sets something in motion and hasn't stopped tickling since.
Maybe that's what makes fantasy so special.
It doesn't need much.
Just a thought … and a bit of space to create its own reality.

Sep 18, 2026 08:45 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Small thoughts

quote These small thoughts often come when it becomes quiet.
They settle somewhere between memory and longing and start to draw pictures of what was, of what remains... and of what their heart still secretly yearns for.
For closeness that you can almost feel on your skin. For a touch that lasts only a moment and yet has a lasting effect. For a look that promises something without losing a single word. For a kiss that maybe only starts in their imagination and stays there much longer than it should.
Sometimes this longing sits very deep.
This gentle pull when something is missing that you can hardly describe. The warmth of a closeness that you wish for. The feeling of being completely arrived for a moment.
And somewhere in between, this little "What if...?" keeps p**ping up.
Maybe it's exactly that what makes their thoughts so alive.
She carries passion within herself, courage and the strength to trust her heart.
Because some things don't have to become reality to deeply touch.
Sometimes a single thought, a small idea... and suddenly the longing feels almost like a touch.

Sep 18, 2026 07:51 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Sparkling eyes

quote It's these eyes that she's always drawn back to.
Not because they're particularly striking. Maybe it's precisely because they're not.
They have something she can't quite describe. A depth where she could get lost if she looks long enough. There's something warm in them, sometimes a hint of mystery – and this tiny sparkle that sets her imagination off on its own.
And then there's this smile.
She could probably recall it a hundred times and still find something new in it each time.
This barely noticeable curl of the lips. The warmth in it. And maybe also a tiny hint of something she can't quite place.
It makes her curious.
More than she's willing to admit.
Because her thoughts don't stop at these eyes and this smile. She starts creating little scenes from them. Lets the smile linger longer, the silence grow more intense, and turns a fleeting moment into something that feels almost like an invitation.
And somewhere between memory and fantasy, she feels this soft crackle.
Maybe it's exactly what fascinates her:
That some eyes don't need to say anything …
and a smile can still start a whole story.

Sep 13, 2026 07:47 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Small flight

quote Snuggled up, she sits there reading.
At least, she tries to.
Again and again, her thoughts get lost between the lines, wander somewhere, where the book can't reach her anymore.
Eventually, she leans back and closes her eyes.
No more distraction.
She breathes deeply in, lets the air slowly escape, and sighs very softly.
Then she starts to follow the images.
The small movements. The f****rtips that glide over her skin like a gentle caress in her imagination, leaving an almost invisible trail.
She could push the thought away.
But why, really?
If it feels so good to slowly sink into it. To let herself drift, until reality becomes quieter and only this warm tingling remains.
Maybe she doesn't have to know where her thoughts lead her.
Maybe she's allowed to simply follow them.
To where she has hidden her wings.

Sep 13, 2026 02:10 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

A little bit of fire

quote Everything began with this small sting.
Suddenly, it was there, passed through her and took a whole stream of thoughts with it. At first, there was only confusion. A jumble of feelings, images, and memories that could hardly be separated from one another.
And then everything changed.
The thoughts became warmer. More intense. Until the confusion turned into a flame.
Or had it perhaps just been sleeping?
Because this fire in her was hot. It flared up high, much higher than she had expected. Almost as if she had forgotten how much warmth was hidden within her.
How strongly she could burn.
For a moment, she was frightened by her own intensity.
But then only this soft glow remained.
Not visible. Not loud.
But deep within her, the flame continued to burn.
Unforgotten.
And perhaps it had never really gone out.
Perhaps it had only been waiting for a single small sting to make it flare up again.

Sep 11, 2026 10:07 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

In the tones

quote The Friday evening is quiet.
Not unpleasant. Rather, it feels like the world holds its breath for a moment. And yet, it doesn't find true rest.
Her thoughts are restless, even a bit nervous. There's this quiet pull inside her, without a name and without a clear direction.
So she plays that one song again.
The first notes are enough to change something in her. The music wraps around the evening, takes her thoughts with it, and carries them far away.
To a place where fantasy takes the lead all by itself.
Sounds become images.
Images become small moments.
A closeness that feels almost real. A glance that lingers. Warmth that slowly wanders through her thoughts and brings back that fine crackle she knows so well.
She closes her eyes.
And lets herself drift.
Maybe that's what she loves about this song so much.
It reminds her of something she can't quite grasp and yet never really loses.
A feeling that lives deep within her.
Quiet.
Impatient.
And just strong enough to transport her out of reality for a few minutes.

Sep 10, 2026 05:15 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

What if...

quote You hear her voice behind you.
Softly. Barely a whisper, right by your ear.
You turn around – but there's no one there.
Only this strange silence, in which her voice seems to linger.
And suddenly your thoughts start to take their own journey.
Why do you think of her now of all times?
What exactly did she say?
You close your eyes and let her appear before your inner eye. Her face. Those eyes, which sometimes seem to hold more than they express. Her smile. And her lips, which part slightly, as if something is about to come that is meant just for you.
You remember her closeness. The soft skin, the familiar curves of her silhouette, this particular way she moves – completely natural and yet hard to forget.
A fine crackling begins to spread within you.
Your breath changes.
And with each thought, the imagination becomes a little more intense.
What would it be like if she were really standing in front of me now?
Would you feel that moment between you again?
That tension that hardly needed words back then?
You open your eyes.
She's still not there.
And yet one thought won't let you go:
Is she feeling it too right now?
Maybe she's sitting somewhere, completely still, closes her eyes for a moment...
and is thinking of you at this very moment.

Sep 09, 2026 05:16 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Small touch

quote A cool wind finds its way through the open window and makes her shiver. A fine goosebumps runs over her skin. A few hairs have come loose from the hair tie and gently brush against her cheek.
A tiny touch.
Actually nothing special.
And yet she pauses for a moment.
Something inside her reacts to it. Deep down, almost imperceptibly. Warmth rises and slowly pushes through the slight chill, until she can't say which one is stronger.
Her eyes close.
Her breathing becomes calmer, but also somehow shallower.
She listens. Feels. Doesn't consciously search for anything – and finds it anyway.
This one moment.
Not the image of it. Not the memory of how she would tell it.
But this almost tangible feeling that was there back then.
This special tension in the air. The closeness. A look that lingered a little too long. And this quiet knowledge that something was happening just then, for which there were no words needed.
Her lips move into a barely visible smile.
The moment is long gone.
And yet sometimes a small touch, a whisper of wind ...
and it's back again.

Sep 09, 2026 12:02 pm Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Cracks

quote Sometimes, all that lies before her is an impenetrable tangle of paths and possibilities. And yet, there are these small cracks in the darkness.
Fine lines through which something shines through.
Warmth.
She stops and looks more closely. And the longer she does, the more her imagination begins to fill in the gaps.
The warm light becomes closeness.
From closeness, a soft breath.
A glance that lingers longer than it needs to.
She almost feels a gentle touch on her skin. Nothing tangible. Just this fine tingling that runs through her like a memory and touches a glow deep within her.
Something that has been silent for so long.
Perhaps it was never gone. Perhaps it just waited until she was ready to look.
And suddenly, this small tear no longer feels like something that could stop her.
But like an invitation.
To something she doesn't know yet.
To something that has perhaps been waiting for a long time to finally be felt.

Sep 08, 2026 11:01 am Av3ry writes a new entry in the diary

Morning magic

quote Sometimes, just one beautiful moment when waking up is enough to bathe an entire day in a special light.
Still half asleep, I lie there and keep my eyes closed for a moment. There's this warm feeling that's remained and makes me smile, even before I'm fully awake.
My thoughts begin to fly.
Above the clouds, far away from everyday life, to where the most beautiful memories lie. They pick out exactly the images that are worth bringing back to life.
A glance.
A closeness.
A touch that's long gone, but still feels like it's on my skin for a moment.
Slowly, warmth spreads through me. A soft tingling runs through my thoughts and deep within me, a small ember starts to glow again.
I stay lying there for a bit and let myself drift.
Maybe it's just a memory.
Maybe it's also a wish that's disguised as a memory.
And maybe that's exactly the special magic of a new morning:
That no one knows which thoughts will arise today...
and which of them might become reality someday.