Sep 2016
Every time I see her
My heart breaks beautifully,
Like an egg hatching fluorescent colors
In an achromatic world,
And bleeds desperate hopefulness
That never evaporates
Because the air is saturated with wondrous destiny
That causes hope to thrive.
Sweet symbiosis.
As premonitions explode inside my chest,
Shooting stars travel down my legs
Because I've seen her again
In a tale told by an alchemist.
My heart breaks beautifully,
Like an egg hatching fluorescent colors
In an achromatic world,
And bleeds desperate hopefulness
That never evaporates
Because the air is saturated with wondrous destiny
That causes hope to thrive.
Sweet symbiosis.
As premonitions explode inside my chest,
Shooting stars travel down my legs
Because I've seen her again
In a tale told by an alchemist.
This is a reaction to a movie that I recently saw called "Veronika Decides to Die," which is an adaptation of a book of the same title by Paulo Coelho. I've only seen it once but it has become embedded inside me. The film was extremely powerful and moving.
