Virtuous lie, forgive:

let go, disregard your pain.

No, I choose anger....

Those shoes embodied that mysterious pristineness of a clear alpine lake at night. Black leather, not a crease in sight and so meticulously taken care of, you could smell the fresh shoe polish. You could see your reflection on them, but if you did, that would be the last thing you saw. The only detail conspicuously revealing their reality was a tiny dark splash of dried crimson....

Shadows on the ceiling.

Shadows in the mind.

Voices incorporeal,

looking for a place to hide.

Trembling feelings rushing in,

inert thoughts racing out.

That sensation of oblivion,

that will never come about.

Mysteries of the night,

that you never want to tackle.

Memories of the past,

that still haunt you like a jackal....

Terse meshes of silk.

Delicate patterns of thread.

Ethereal, fragile, defying existence,

Like words no-one ever said.

Chimeras, deceptions,

fine wrappings of mesh.

Soft feelings against my flesh.

A thin, fine net,

surrounding my head,

made of whispers, shadows and dread....

My first time singing this rhyme,

sleepy time is most sublime.

I will sing this song again,

if you wake up one more time.

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Fifty times I’ve sung this rhyme,

I can feel it in my spine.

I will sing this song again,

if you wake up one more time.

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Ninety times…I’m like a chime,

though I'm starting to decline.

I will sing this song again,

if you wake up one more time.

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I lost count how m...

This was his favourite moment. When darkness surrounded his world, immersing him in its nothingness. Sitting there in that room, only the streetlights from outside making things half-visible. The only sound being the occasional car driving by over the wet road, muffled by the thick double layered windows. He could barely make out the objects around him, but he didn’t need to. He knew exactly where...

Dark glyphs on a glowing slab,

ethereal as a ghost.

The whole night begins to unwrap,

a bit on every post....

Don’t look…

Keep very still.

It’s still all around you,

its acrid tendrils yearn your scent.

Don’t breathe......

Electricity, two lightning bolts circling a deep darkness you can get lost in. Features so imprinted in your mind that will never be forgotten.

An old, heavy, loud love. The one given not by innocence but by a life shared in happiness, pain, struggle and trust.

A space both of respite and of challenge. Where comfort can be found but complacency is not welcome.

The scent of cinnamon, turmeric, clov...

A warm ray of sunshine turned flesh. Unbridled love as the expression of a soul full of trust, that hasn’t yet known fear.

Passion, surface manifestation of true emotions that yet go deep and wide. Clear words that know how to express thoughts.

Peace, the kind only found on those unmarred by the inexorable harshness of life.

Serenity, the absolute surrender allowed to those who dream truly.

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