Aesthetics
The pleasure has radiated into a whirlpool of desires, locked with unearthed feelings, racing against time ..as if.. wasted, wretched and not forgiven. Days pledged by outer beauty and mirage of strangers, unworthy or plausible to be kept of? Though I have been taught about patience, waiting is still dying. Each second feels like fire on wood, beaming insanely huge. The Behemoth has cast its fiery flare on me, caging me like the blue fire, unable to escape to the atmosphere, but burning at the highest temperature. At the time when Lavender arrives with an icing pulsation, I wonder does my mind take a deep dip and run beneath the caked icy surface.. trapped under the unknown freezing waters like a lost narwhal finding a hole to breathe upon.
posted by fern at
23:19
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