tis a perfect summer evening. a blood shot moon inches across the night sky in the city of sin. the sage and the enchantress sit at an outdoor cafe under a lantern lit tent exchanging life stories, as a vintage bottle of ‘82 margaux loses its virginity.
she could’ve been off the cover of Vogue. clad in haute couture, her slit eyes sparkle like the diamond butterfly ring, she elegantly sports. her complexion near flawless. he on the other hand, a hippie, a yogi and ancient as Rome. living proof that the hour glass can indeed be brutal on a city dweller.
her doe eyes dart from the past to the future while his steady gaze stays in the present. quite like the burning candle on their table. the mercury dips into the night as saintly time simply goes rogue.
written in the stars this unusual kinship ~~ beauty and the beast
All. Not one but all, No true hate was ever born without love abandoned, rejected, abused, or scorned Love is every positive and negative facet of emotion Divine and literal
Its wealth disguised by its true name -
Without this blind fumbling fool We are of no use, no consequence, no matter. Where there is no love, there is no existence Only inertia.
Your deepest hate is your deepest love in reverse these can never be separated; except by degrees. like a galactic elastic band; as far as you go for one, you will enviably be flung to the other. That's how energy survives, it changes form but never dies and life is love in all its forms
In Autumn river, my thought drift and came. The people are flaky as withered leaf, their fickleness that put my past to shame. A once vibrant pears is now not so green. Name lost in time, face forgotten; the person is now foreign.
Blood is thicker than water. A drop of water can shatter the greatest hardness, can blood do the same? With blood as ink, Water as canvas, kingdom fell and rises. Kinship is perpetual; blood represent ill-omen, and fortune.