"said the ocean to the moonlight, what do you think of me? o, deceptively disappearing, not too much-- you're as blue as beauty can be, but you never shut up." - Gabriel Siegel
Thursday, 27 March 2008
Of Want
On the edge of heaven, there's paradise - the place beyond light, where angels go to die; they watch their ethereal wings burn into sunsets as they shrug off wisdom, knowledge and eternity for the world - decaying, charred and decrepit - loved above all else. They turn mutinous, falling into this abyss of emotion - vile, twisted and bright, and learn to cry - in pain, of love.
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