RhapsodySleepless.Rhapsody
He paced the room with sweat beading on his forehead, trickles of pearls wiped off by wild fringes and backside of his hand. The rain came tapping and insisting outside, harsh ice together with the snow. When he saw the snowflakes in the storm he could write again. His pencil danced and submitted to his will. Never before had he created like this, something so wild, so vivid. When his friends asked him where he got it all from he said it came to him in a dream. But not even his friends mattered anymore. He had forsaken everything in the name of Art. Tired he fell asleep before his desk, among dozens of papers. &n
Untitled 1Black matriarch in her hands touched my cheek, played and took the wishes of my heart. A delusion from yesterday played in her eyes, the eyes I wanted to burry myself within. Her ear tasted sweet to my tongue, followed lines and seduced. What does the heart know about time? They hold hope for love, feelings and touch in a time where Destruction plays ruler.Untitled 1
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- Digital Pixie xx
"I wanted to destroy something beautiful"
i'm not a writer...I just write. You were never meant to understand
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