• knives_and_pens 211w

    Heart is a balloon that flows away through the gushing winds of memories.
    Avoiding down there all the lies and resistance.
    Love has got to fight for its existence.
    And the tears console endlessly through the nights that these black clouds will emit candescence of acceptance again.
    In the evanescence of the morning mist.
    The soul feels rejoiced when smeared in ashes of nostalgia that were alive.
    The pages that were meant to be illuminated with stories of mesmerizing intimacy, ended up dressed in stains of desperation of that one magical touch that would have set all the demons free.
    ©knives_and_pens