I laid her as if arrayed to the ground , her luscious body elevated making not one sound. and's I stood like a child in hound. my eyes began animation, because my heart was been captivated. I was watching my stem, her thorns that gave dimension, making my complete rose, and in the end my total lost. was momentous it felt enchantingly gravitational. soundless but emotional.
I thought i was one touching ground. but that was not possible i could see all around. but she never looked down, really only locked out, and only lucked out. For somewhere she found and was founded.. feeling fine sky flying higher forgetting about a sayer. one that came not too mayor but love and pleasure...
intuition been interrupted taking a shot is now taken for granted colours that lead to clues. clues that don't lead to you.
A thought: since when do we keep away good people I don't mean wife and husband or boyfriend and girlfriend....... just a friend.. .. I can't belief there's reasons..... but really not even a friend...
A thought: you dont risk anybody.. just cuz you can't support your baby you don't trow it away.. you sure don't kill them. It's funny how it's clear they know something we don't.. but we are knowing something they weren't expecting... God helps us all.
The roads are mute , sky's in a lip lock with the sun blushing tangerine from tip to toe , the winds slap me in the face as I put my head out the window ; I'm having too much of too less till not only my hair but these veins too tangle in a mess of caged freedom , leaving me behind the bars in vast openness
And I want this , to have too much of too less till it suffocates the skin and the lungs pop like a balloon stealing the last breath , the last of life right out of me yet leaving me breathlessly alive!!
*Note : Love + media = love-dia, weird isn't it... But I felt it cute
Increase her palpitations rapidly, With every dulcet beep of his message, The electricitying radiation of the screen, Now feels like apricity melting her iceberg heart.
Burgeoning is her love with each passing heartbeat, The agathokakological internet now is her paradise indeed, The incognito paramour now in the garden of platonic virtual love, Filled with agog to meet the man she cascaded for.
Addicted to his gregarious company gradually, The virtual screen is her Promised Land now, Now the hour too changed as love o'clock passing idyllicly for her, While she waits for a blink on the screen listening to birr of love-dia.
Never she thought, one day everything will change, Her zealous heart will be stabbed with the sword of magoa, When the account she talked for vespers nine, abspuatulate with no traces behind,
Nevertheless her marmoris agape, Now turned into an opprobrious meiosis to all, Once milquetoast bonhomie now an eccedentesiast lovelorn, Begin a sashay trying to whelve her busticated nesh heart.
The sound of the ringing anklets slowly faded away in the dark When he opened the door with a bang All he could see was the black ocean..
It happened everyday ..when even the silence fell asleep the witches sang songs of their own the humid shadows found way back to the gloomy hills and when he was lost in his dreams A rhythmic sound of jingling anklets came from the street outside each night.. at the same time.. when he was busy weaving fantasies in dreams..
He woke up to the sounds of anklets outside He ran to the window but found nothing except the patches on the wall of the closed coffee shop made by the street lights ! He tried to detect the source of the sound but ended up being fantasized by a thought of anklet beads tangling in his cozy blanket. The sound came again and he grew anxious. He tried to remember what his grandmother said to him when he was a kid Did she mention anything about the unknown anklet sound which made his heart restless.
He kept weaving thoughts.. never got afraid of the midnight sound and tried to match the rhythm with his heavy breathing !!
He kept living with the sound each night embracing the feeling of something which he didn't knew ! He wanted to find the human wearing the anklets.
For a girl with anklets had always been his dream
The sound stopped as soon as he stepped in the street. He came back to his world ..among the pale pages of his brown dairy..and his bleeding pen !! And wrote a note in his dairy
"O unknown one with the jingling anklets my heart is having some sweet fears I won't listen to you anklets again For now !! I'm cutting off my ears "