Turn down the mind, kindle the heart, for tonight the flames ignite, bursting in millions of stars. I pulsate in the shapes of my flares, my eyes flecked with sparks, my bosom filled with rapture, my womb burning in desire. I am a princess of fire.
He came yesterday, after twenty years, to say: "Sorry, I wasn't brave enough". We become older, not only in our skin, but in our core. Not because of age, but because of all the heartbreaks that unpainted its candor. As the heart wanes, so does the glow, hopes and dreams. Beauty fades, as it does… Continue reading Beauty fades
The rain, splattering excitedly on the window pane. Its murmur soothes my pain, each drop falling at its own time, some rushed, some withholding, others sliding down peacefully. Like me, as I now close my eyes to sleep. Everything is as it should. Nothing to be about to. Nothing to oblige. All allowing, all letting,… Continue reading The Rain
Ah... beautiful morning wind, the freezing sun hits my cheeks. "Wake up, it's time" - it whispers forcefully. "All those feelings of old must fade before they fester on your lap". If I was left with nothing I'd still give it my all. Rather dying young, change my skin than apologetically growing old. Having spine… Continue reading All or Nothing