Hic Sunt Dracones

the smylere with the knyf under the cloke

Avast, Mateys! Heartwreck Ahead!

This fragile heart wounded, savvy?

Years ago, that love is silent entity — and I lay behind obscurity.

Later, that love used to be an empathy — which is nothing but to feed her insecurity.

Currently, that love is a duality — shared among the “three” with faint responsibility.

Lust is scant of jealousy, tainted with intimate anonymity.

I’m giving up the effort to appreciate the affection, it’s as if it falls on deaf ears. I’m back to basic. Embracing the idea of being in the state of a dune under the starry night — in the dark of its own form, under the scrutiny of caustic wind.

Alone in the howling desert.

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Written by cthulhu

September 21, 2007 at 12:59 am

Posted in life and dream

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