She's on the dark side
Every man in sight…”
The priest fell in love with the goddess. Goddesses are such unfeeling beings.
We're all made brittle! Breakable, delicate. The thoughts meld into dreams about things.
Nightmares framing the fairy tales. Cannonade of hearts trapped in wax, lost feathers and black holes. Always black holes. The loneliest, the most lost things in the Universe.
Christmas is about 10 days away, fairy lights and cold stars. The reds on the whites and baking fragrances and liqueur chocolates; all excuses really!
And so, the year winds down... what does it really mean? The calendar and the numbers…
The journey towards death and some nougats of learning … Learning to die!
The distance to home fades into foam
The heart just circles and roam...
“He broke my heart. You merely broke my life"
by Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
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