So it's fine to feel that way and I'm not letting that happen again. You've got to either close all doors and windows or not to enter any when they really don't care about your existence. #letting it all go for one last time #goodnight
Love and pain are highly correlated and interwined. ______________________________________________ OCTOBER
Melodramatic sky dances on mellifluous melancholy of autumn. Bleak cold wind veils the emotional landscape with mist of summer's love.
A flagrant ruddy tree with shaking twigs against indifferent cold. Leaves of memories fluttering, forever falling from ripeness slowly, silently. Each leaf once furnished eternal warmth, a pristine love. Now, pale dry and wretched. Rustling on the floor of eternity in languid grief. Crushed by the feet of evanescent life. Tattered, tired, dying without sun as the dusk descends.
For the fallen leaves are my heart And the cold naked tree me. Whose breath becoming air as its wistful boughs are leaden with unanswerable questions.
It is october. Letting go is in the air. Time whispering goodbyes. She is dying, me wilting. Memories fading. A slow burn of matter. It is an autumn bonfire. Eros sees wisp of smoke and sits by it whining. Sips warmth out of wreath.
I shall sit by the fire. and warm myself contemplating that every autumn has a spring. or is it the other way that every spring has an autumn?? Introspect readers!!