“…Her eyes
She's on the dark side
Neutralize
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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