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[aurenies]

this power we call divine love is too intense for a human mind but just right for a human soul.

                     { in sunny days, a summer light breeze could lead me further. }

i know a man who bleeds white feathers from the gaps in his heart. he sometimes pulls pebbles and stones from his dark jeans, each of them like a winter reverie. he carries tulips between his teeth, arms spread wide as if ready to take flight. when he misses home, he cries blues, yellows and greens. he dances with the wind (like a flower) swinging left and right without a care. it doesn’t matter how strong. he keeps dancing, dancing and dancing without falling, without tumbling down.

[aurenies]

"You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you."

                                               { Do you get what I mean now? }

      “You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you.”

The railing quakes once she moves. Her fingers coil around the the frigid metal and she pushes it back and forth once, twice and thrice, hoping to distress the other enough to make him leave. The plastic cup on his hand is empty. ‘Why won’t you throw it away?’, she had asked, getting a mere grunt in response. She drags her soles across the pavement, noticing how the crevices are full of filth. His words don’t hit her and she doesn’t flinch either. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she keeps her eyes trained on the glimmering city lights.

“I know. But you’re stupid, you think you’re the best and you talk too much. Have I ever forced you to touch me?”

[aurenies]

At the end of my winter, lies the beginning of your spring.

                              You have always been a cacophony of bleeding colors.

                                                                          { The sweetest death

                                                                          might make you stronger. }

You were a skyscraper amidst city lights. You dreamed of touching the moon and stealing the sun with your bare fingers (not because you were selfish, but because it was how it had to be.) The world was yours; it sat on the palm of your hand. You didn’t need a crown to be a king. You had your own throne built of stardust and you liked to count the bright stars in the dull sky (they were yours since the beginning) and you swore they would only belong to you. You were the darkest rose in the celestial garden. Your petals weeped a dark garnet and your thorns made you untouchable, undetainable. But you let the hands of greed seize your throat and they left you breathless. You wanted too much, you dreamed too high and you fell too hard.

          { What have you done? }