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Hurricane path

That feeling... The sweetness of the darkness that falls above my head and the sound of nothingness covering the whole chamber, as if it was just a dream. A hypnotizing world opening before my very eyes and the incessant sound of rain.
It can't be described with words, just like a field of spider lilies in the mesmerizing light of the crimson twilight. Feel the soft wind blowing in your face, playing with your hair. Feel the loneliness but at the same time serenity around you. Gradually feels like the darkness will become the everything and through it just a bloody hurricane lily will arise and glow.
It is just like that time when you need to say something but the words refuse to come out. It's standing on the tip of my tongue, like a pester. There's an echoing sound; can you hear it too? It's a gentle rhythm that feels like crying, from a faraway dream. Like everything is covered in a daze my thoughts are flying somewhere in the deepest parts of my mind. I wonder how it feels like to live a life without knowing about those feelings? Is it lonely? Is is marvelous? Or rather empty?

But I would like...
To live in the rustic house from my dreams, on the lakeside, surrounded by crimson spider lilies in the red twilight. It'll be nice and dreamy;

Labels: Emptiness, Hurricane Lily, Loneliness, Slice of Life, Spider Lily

POSTED BY Unknown ON Thursday, 8 March 2012 @ 23:24