A flower without water
A world immersed in darkness
A body without a soul
A mind without a heart
A being without life
Me whenever we part.
N.X. Blume
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Born in the Abyss
like the flower born in the idle depths of an unsettlingly
still abyss
like that which momentarily blossoms with the vigor of all
life, and color of all beauty,
and essence of all feeling
like that which suddenly bursts into a thousand specks of the
darkest, most suffocating kind of ash
like that is what lies piercingly dormant inside of me
-S.P. Scarlett
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