so she trembles at the candle light, hoping for relief at the sight of the bright beauty it emanates. feeling relentlessly cold at the surface skin shivering at the sight of thoughts, which permeate the soul saturating the aura with holes.
the icy wind howls at the window sill, as if to plead for acceptance and embrace while the rain knocks on the frosted glass. pupils dilated with the darkness encompassing the proximity of the room she built with her heart.
the melancholic sounds waves being spread into the air by the gramophone completes the scene in which she depicts from the depths of her imaginations. colouring the empty spaces with what little dreams she conjures through the chaos of nightmares that has been imposed on her.
she picks up the pencil that has been ridden with bite marks and slowly draws lines. lines which gradually appear to be words. and words slowly put together to form the sentence which bores her skull with passion.
forgiveness, is right where you faltered.
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she tears the piece of paper and blows it from her palms to watch them gracefully float onto the wooden floor. in this, she sees the enlightenment of herself, and with this she feels the freedom within the solitude.
overwhelming love is only a mark of being humane; and with this, she exhales the hurt and begins to tear. tears filled with loss and hate and frustration.
as dawn in the distance breaks, her face denied of perfection before, is now with seen with closed eyes, and the hint of a smile at her luscious lips. the ice melting on the windows lets in a streak of sunlight. the torn pieces of paper, now together again, read,
you are free.
3 comments:
nice work fella. =)
definately not.
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