Our paper hearts bled a ruby syrup; our real warm blood had dried up years ago. We drank it, hoping we would swallow life with it but alas, we remain arctic.
The trees seemed to become anemic before our eyes, just like our spirits. Winter is eternal here, no warmth has pervaded us since that night in December when you whispered in my ear your deepest secret. It suddenly began to snow and my trembling lips froze, unable to speak to you no longer. From that moment onward, we feigned happiness and love through fruitless affection and forced smiles. How can it be that words change everything but we remain stitched together in an unbreakable bind? And what is to be done now, when all we can do it lie, staring into void with no desire for new creation?
Our paper hearts tear and tear, our atriums frosted within.
29 comments:
love this! :o
those words are so inspiring!
xx
love it.
You are so very talented and your writing is so lovely, I just want to read it all day.
This flew me away.
You took my heart, and you flew me away. You're mesmerizing, as usual my belle. Oh, how I love you.
Yours,
Norah x
Lovely :) You always manage to put the right words together and make the most beautiful content!
And the picture is so cool!
as always, your words are divine.
with love.
x
and I love this, both the text and the image :)
Oh. Your words paralyse my heart and make my stomach shiver. I have experienced something similar to the feelings described here; you write it beautifully. Dear, you are a rare gem! (Wish I had a name to call you, but that is by the by.) Thank you so much for adding me to your list of blogs; I have likewise listed you. All my love, xxxxx
Beautiful passage, so whimsical x
Beautiful passage, so whimsical x
Our paper hearts tear and tear, our atriums frosted within.
oh darling, this is just beautiful...
"Our paper hearts bled a ruby syrup; our real warm blood had dried up years ago. We drank it, hoping we would swallow life with it but alas, we remain arctic."
ohgodohgodohgod it's so beautiful - as the photograph ist.
Marvellous. I love the imagery of paper hearts and the description of 'arctic' is ingenious.
This is one of the most amazing things you have written. I am so happy to be reading you again. You're a delight, dear. x
Your writing is incredible; wow.
x
Too amazing. I wish I could write like that. I can be detailed na poetic sometimes but it needs alot of time and discipline. I have been known to go overboard with descriptions haha x
you are too wonderful, too beautiful for words.
xo
oh, how this froze me and melted me again with the sheer brilliance of your words. x
your blog is so so beautiful.
I'm besotted.
x.x
I love the word, "atrium". and that photo is just spooky.
great writer you are~
the image is hauntingly so beautiful!
your blog is beautiful. X
aw, thank you so much! to hear something like that from such a good writer as you make me so happy!
xx
oh my goodness.
this is amazing.
xo
thanks for the comment on my blog, i like your blog too!!
xoxo
this takes my breath away. what an outstanding writer you are, and what a wonderful blog this is. the sort of thing one could read for hours & not get tired. wonderful - a new favourite. following :) xx
oh, but those frosted atriums come back to haunt me, again and again. x
oh, but those frosted atriums come back to haunt me, again and again. x
ive always loved Aëla Labbé!
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