"Melancholy suits you" he said. "I love you in colors too, but the reoccurring evocative sadness in your face reminds me of one of my favorite black&white movies. I picture you at a railway station in Berlin or at a cafe in Paris."
I'd like to see you walk in the rain ", he continued. "To see you bend your head against the rain so that your mascara doesn't run. Though, I would love that too. You know when you sometimes forget where you are and are deep in thoughts? Your eyes widen like the lens of a camera, focused and inverted. Your pupils dilate and blur against the light that illuminates the shadows of your lashes."
E.Y.
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Thursday, 19 January 2012
The River
She walked barefoot all night, wondering if she would ever be stopped by anyone. One strap of her dress was slipping down her shoulder. The wind was merciless to the red chiffon fabric gently wrapped around her body.
The first hour it felt nice to be left alone, now it was terrifying.
Hours ago, she had left the party silently and unarmed, avoiding people to avoid questions. This hadn't been a happy day. She couldn't define a happy day and if she couldn't be happy even on this day, then would she ever be happy?
Every effort felt useless and worthless. To force a smile, a bitter laugh is hard when you're stomach is tied up in knots.
Everyone else, she thought, they were fooling themselves, The women were acting like they were on uppers with side effects; filled with delusions and morbid jealousy anytime their husbands talked to a woman other than themselves. As for the husbands, they were worthless pricks in suits with unbearable alcoholic breaths.
She thought about the man who escaped an asylum a few days back and how he froze to death. A life gone to waste. Maybe not a good one, but it was still a life.
Having her sanity intact, how much would she put up with before she gave up?
Explain to me, but don't trust in me that I will understand
She walked till she came to the bridge. From the bridge she looked down the river with the seven streams.
The streams were so strong and loud. The more she stared into the streams, the more her thoughts were silenced and dispersed into the water...
E.Y
The first hour it felt nice to be left alone, now it was terrifying.
Hours ago, she had left the party silently and unarmed, avoiding people to avoid questions. This hadn't been a happy day. She couldn't define a happy day and if she couldn't be happy even on this day, then would she ever be happy?
Every effort felt useless and worthless. To force a smile, a bitter laugh is hard when you're stomach is tied up in knots.
Everyone else, she thought, they were fooling themselves, The women were acting like they were on uppers with side effects; filled with delusions and morbid jealousy anytime their husbands talked to a woman other than themselves. As for the husbands, they were worthless pricks in suits with unbearable alcoholic breaths.
She thought about the man who escaped an asylum a few days back and how he froze to death. A life gone to waste. Maybe not a good one, but it was still a life.
Having her sanity intact, how much would she put up with before she gave up?
Explain to me, but don't trust in me that I will understand
She walked till she came to the bridge. From the bridge she looked down the river with the seven streams.
The streams were so strong and loud. The more she stared into the streams, the more her thoughts were silenced and dispersed into the water...
E.Y
Saturday, 7 January 2012
The silent b
So the pain begins, nothing heals.
People are ecstatic, you are calm.
People live, you die inside.
Water flows, you remain dry.
Your deeds are invisible, they will crown someone else.
E.Y
People are ecstatic, you are calm.
People live, you die inside.
Water flows, you remain dry.
Your deeds are invisible, they will crown someone else.
E.Y
A little piece of unreality.
A little piece of unreality keeps us sane in the evenings, in the darkness. To wish to be everywhere that you can't be, to kiss every man that's not good for you.
In a city of saints and and sinners, you choose to be with sinners and step into a bucket full of worms without hesitation. Anything to get you through the night, waking up with a headache that erases whatever that has happened.
You can keep a secret, right?
E.Y
In a city of saints and and sinners, you choose to be with sinners and step into a bucket full of worms without hesitation. Anything to get you through the night, waking up with a headache that erases whatever that has happened.
You can keep a secret, right?
E.Y
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