The restitution of the always that leads to the hallways dark as black and light as the glow.
Reconvention of the reality that realizes the slow flow of water that glow through the soul of the darkane knights of darkness...
The dark fist of the emperor clutching the flowers in my hands leading to my love, my only present for her, now all the hopes drown and the resumption fails as the petals of the flowers cry her name...
No hope left for a love being born, our baby has been murdered... Our only fruit of this deep love...
The dark emperor so called the fate and the mischief ruined my dreams and dreams float on the river that lead to nowhere, at least we call it because we never followed the path... the darkness putting fear into the left lobe of our brains, a bit of failure on the right atrium... it slows down... beat and not beating, a rythm that fails to achieve it's name...
The pictures tell the lie as I seek for vengeance and they show me the wrong way I get lost on my way, and find myself in a place I have never been before, a place called the land of joy... It gives a tickling creep on my back as it crushes my vertebraes, squeezes my lungs and tickles my stomach so I start to laugh for hours until I finally feel the danger and the death approaching...
So I run away...
This path that draws a triangle just a little straight from your nose gives way to the darkness... oh your nose so cute, so holy and so high that man needs to worship with the beauty of it... your hands that make you feel you are sailing on the calm waters over Atlantis, your eyes deep as the blacholes generated in the gaps between my thoughts in my brain, as I keep thinking, daydreaming so hard... as I regain my conciosuness stands the black fist of the dark emperor in my vision...
He grinned although he didn't have a mouth, a feeling it was. He looked at me although I was pretty sure he didn't have any eyes... instead he had those cavities that contained all the souls he looked upon, all those women ferociously raped, all the pilgrims, the sheep, the feast, the adventures, the races, the wisdom and the beastality that sank deep within, the violence, the gorespattered dreams, the blood of vicinity... and I felt it sucking me in too...
He handed out his dark arm, darker than black and lighter that the soul
He had the flowers in his fist... the flowers he stole from me, all my hope, all my life stolen with it, all the thing I had for my pearl, my diamond, my precious love yet to cover the walls of eternity...
There it tried to stand with the pride, fighting with the darkness of the hand, those flowers ragingly glamorous, brighter than the sun and hollower that the galaxies in my vision...
Yet they lived...
He handed them back
There I saw the tears running down his eyes, but I couldn't see because he didn't have any eyes or place for tears, he was only a hollow cloth, but I felt it running down, and I felt the urge to help him, but then felt the anger, felt trapped between dark and light, red and white, god and devil, angels and demons, saints and sinners, and the ocean seperated in front of my eyes yet the oceans didn't exist so the hallucinations sucked me in and...
I grasped the flowers and took them back as if they were my baby.. but they were our baby, my love and me... I didn't know what to do, I felt trapped, I felt cold, I couldn't feel anything, the I felt the urge to bleed...
So I did nothing...
Then I turned my back...
And I heard him say something to me, but it wasn't real because he didn't have any mouth, but a blackhole that ate all the hope a human must carry to fight the life...
He murmured something but I didn't hear... I didn'T want to...
But then I knew if I left him dark he would trace and track and hunt me down...
I felt the dizziness that came from thinking to much....
An overheat....
A lack of a fan to cool down my brain...
All the thoughts started jamming the blackholes between them...
when I reached the peaceful state of mind which I assumed I never had reached but only a psychological spasm, I needed to run away... But I needed to help...
So I stayed there for the rest of the eternity, without knowing what to do, being stuck between the two fates, being trapped by the faith and fate between a thin wall that waited to be broken down and collapse on me...
The infinity came and I stood there with my back on the dark lord... my pearl waited all the eternity on the bench just in the garden that looked like a heaven... I got lost in those thoughts in the point where we reached the infinity and we didn't know where to head because we didn't know what would come after...
Three figures, one light, one dark, and one so pale and so bright and so colorless but so alive stood there without anything to do, being stuck in two thin walls that lacked their balance, couldn't move as if God or Devil would keep us responsible for ruining the scene...
We didn't cry, we didn't laugh, we didn't have any emotions after that point, we were undead yet we were so dead...
We were there but not existant and so complez being so simple...
And swallowed by the paradoxes...
All You Can Adresses No-one... No one but that last special one
"solitude mystery" diye bi kitap var.. Jostein Gaarder'in.. ona döndüm bazı yerlerde..bi kaç tümleme yapabilirim kendimce, oda tadında olsun, bizim gibi..
so unknown so rotten!
there's an inevitable disappointment each time after the feeling of euphoria for the "new" one/place..
A stardust of memories sprinkle on our wounded hearts
we dont have much memories actually, not much to fill a bottle of wine, yet..
Silence embraces our thoughts
A third-person perception of what we are
silence is horrifying when you're left alone, when you have but the silence to confide in. yeah a third-perception of what we are, a callous one!
"a total stranger looking at us"
i never liked strangers.
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