Under the warm water I find my silence.
No thoughts or repercussions,
Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing.
My writing is nothing.
My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance.
My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious.
Hidden.
Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play its typical role.
I’m a writer. A painter. A [...]
Tags: moments in life
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return policy.
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pandora’s box.
Attempting to remember the touch of his lips on the surface of hers, a tear found its away amongst the light creases of her porcelain skin.
As if in delay, her longing for his hand in hers took away her soul like night stole day.
Perhaps a faded scent to others, but to her it was all [...] -
the many happenings of “and”.
and to fret in winter weather, or summer weather of cigarettes abyss, she knew he was a philosophical excuse of a human being.
and when teapot muffins in red dresses ran quickly amongst the rabbits of hunger she truly found the light in her room shined more brightly than usual
and in shock she looked at him [...] -
acquaintance of an asshole.
She stood on his every word.
His lips made her a slave to his desire.
So devious, so confident, and so daring.
The position was hers. Never did she fall into the category of desiring until she met him.
A mind fuck all around, he took her strength and played with it like clay in a sculptors palm.
Her patience [...] -
a buon intenditor poche’ parole.
It is quite ironic how the post before this is the epitome of depression and pessimism, and
this post pours optimism and mellow smiles.But that is what life is, corect?
A correlation of beauty and irony, perhaps the dependent equation upon which we live on.
Without the bad, the good does not taste as sweet yes?
Home alone, Italian music plays along with the sweet [...]
