Manic“Don’t give up…it’s just the weight of the world.”Manic
A whisper from a familiar maternal instinct. Give up, give up, the words had blades for lips and tore through the bare white walls painted scarlet. Scarlet for all the secrets it held in spring’s tide of showers. “I’m going to kill her, mother I swear I’m going to kill her.” She choked out through loud sobs, hyperventilating, wheezing, coughing, nerves jostled in a cell, chambered by bars of betrayal, “how can she? How, how, how!?, no don’t tell me everything will be fine, because it won’t, it won’t, I’m losing
The Legend..Prologue. The Legend. The Myth. The Magic.The Legend.
Bliss and ageless days once existed in silken harmony. Fire and Air rose in swivels of raging storms of resilient fire shedding radiant smoulders of light and awe. Earth and Water blended majestically in royal emeralds and sapphires to replenish and renew the romance, the life of the worlds. Beyond this there was no other existence so flawless and inspiring to young and old hearts alike.
Caged far beneath the ocean, surrounded by flames and lightning in a sphere of whirlwinds laid the soul in slumber waiting
Everchanging - Part II The passionate red drapes swung back, the window glass rattled, the floor beneath, quavered. The mass of golden hair that had dropped to the centre of her back went a wild red. White, emerald sapphire strokes of lightning openly illuminated the room. She’d stopped herself, in time, to escape. Her hair fell back down and returned to its golden colour as she let out some breaths and reached out to touch a single rose that lay on top of the armoire. Somehow, somewhere even the foolish still yearned for love, and waited like withered stalks to feel theEverchanging - Part II
Everchanging - Part IFarewell my beautiful beloved…until we meet again.Everchanging - Part I
He wrote placidly before closing the letter he so often wrote to the sea. His hair rustled through the wind as he sealed it with a kiss and fed it to the calm tide. Where have you gone? Here was the day he hoped would never come. The paper cuts, the cheating lover, the coffee never strong enough.
In another world, she yearned to feel his unduly presence. Masked by emotions she touched time as the past clouded the ridges of her sombre brown eyes. Who loved an ill-fated star?
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