If passion was injectable would you stay in this purple stuck cavern without saints or pain, left alone with only feeling together you and I, and as apache tears fall and cut my knees, will you take my hands and let me taint your skin with golden spikes? To run away with blinded lovers and gouged out eyes, will you silently yell my pure white lies like a pope to his god? Don't be afraid, I won't let you leave. Not until i die in every breath you breathe After all, all’s never fair in love and war
To my soul, aspire to be immortal & exhaust all things possible, be selfish & ruin death of it’s act. To the soul find out what makes existence worth the trouble. But my soul, dare not become a God nor muse.
Vellichor (n.): the strange wistfulness of used bookstores.
A delightful neologistic oddity! :)
'“The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows”, by John Koenig, is an ongoing collection of invented words, each representing an attempt to find a word to fit a concept for which our vocabulary is currently lacking. Vellichor is one such word, and Koenig’s site has hundreds of others, such as zenosyne (the sense that time keeps going faster), liberosis (the desire to care less about things), and sonder (the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own).' - Petrichor, Cromulent, and Other Words the Internet Loves. Retrieved from https://www.merriam-webster.com/words-at-play/internets-favorite-words
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