Inside Out Veronica

Is anything describable?

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It has been long time since I first saw dark creatures. After that, the encounters occurred more often. Every one of them happened the same way, I would feel someone right behind my ear, over my shoulder, trying to spell something I couldn't understand. Then I would turn around to find a black silhouette, so dark you would not ever possibly distinguish a gesture; yet I was sure it was staring at me. These unexpected appointments overwhelmed me, left me shaking and unstable. All I asked for was for them to stop. One day, you left, and that demon, or demons (I'm not sure), became quite good company to heal your absence.

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As I caress your neck, estival downpour whispers in our skin, reaches our roots and makes our souls blossom for the first time.

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I was drowning. My body felt heavy as I sank into the dark night.

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I breath heavy air, while this city burns down.

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He was born with the beginning of spring. What a beautiful coincidence, life blossomed that day, and so did my heart with your existence.

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I drank your soul, and oh, how it made me feel dizzy.

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She didn't love him. Not even a little bit, but the way his mind shouted made her question her existence.

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My skin is a dry desert. Each night feels colder than the previous one. Each day gets lonelier than the day before. Each second consists on being alert, because you can smell the threat around the corner. One day your lips come and they rain all over my body. The sensation of melting overwhelms me. I'm fresh and not freezing. I'm warm and not burning. But loneliness, and damaging weather is all I've ever known. And I accept the fact that rain will go, and dryness will prevail.

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[bleated]

(18+)

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But would you dare to deny that caresses are nothing but the extension of the soul?

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What can you do when loving feels like running towards the edge with a wall being carried attached to you back? Heavy to pull, ready to be smashed .

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I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)

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Everybody walks dead in this life. They try so hard to live, but their true selves are buried beneath their skin, and their tombstones do not reflect the gracious personality hiding in some corner of each person, but in the terrenal actions, which darken everything real until the truth is unseen.

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Kissing was December itself. The little feeling of time floating steady and excitingly in space before a kiss, was the same you get in November, when coldness is around the corner but you still know your soul will get warmed up.

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By the end of the winter, I got used to cold. Even my soul began to felt comfortable with the sensation.

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I wonder who might dare to call jail this barrier that keeps me from falling into abysm.