Extranzia

“In the midst of winter, I found there was within me was an invincible summer.” -Albert Careb A phoenix from the ashes my wings always found flight. Warming feathers in summer bliss was common. It was poignant and relaxing though utterly meaningless. Ignorance was a temporal freedom until reality came crashing in cold as abandoned waters of the arctic. Frozen by the battle of summer’s song and reality’s race it was impossible and improbable to move forward with no goal. A life without something to strive for gets nowhere except repeated circles digging oneself deeper into a pit of repetition and nothingness. While en

“In the midst of winter, I found there was within me was an invincible summer.” -Albert Careb A phoenix from the ashes my wings always found flight. Warming feathers in summer bliss was common. It was poignant and relaxing though utterly meaningless. Ignorance was a temporal freedom until reality came crashing in cold as abandoned waters of the arctic. Frozen by the battle of summer’s song and reality’s race it was impossible and improbable to move forward with no goal. A life without something to strive for gets nowhere except repeated circles digging oneself deeper into a pit of repetition and nothingness. While en

"I need rest," she murmurs under the copper dyed hues of sunset's leaves. "Why don't you lie down for a while?" He looks down upon her, intentions of night in his dark eyes. "I need rest," she whispers as the colour begins to steadily fade. "Then nod your head, there's naught to fear," he smiles, stardust coating his cold breath. "I need rest," she sighs as the last of sun's warmth departs her core. "Take a seat, my love," he encircles as a panther would its prey. "I need rest," a cry as soft as a dove flees her lips. "Lift your feet, one shan't stand for too long," he becomes a shadow looming. "I need rest," her eyes of summer look u

"Hey, how are you? It's been a while." "Four years, right?" "Yeah... you've changed." "If you're referring to me becoming half a poem, unfinished because ink spilled on the page, you're right." "I'm sorry." "No you're not." "Yes, I am." "You're only sorry that in the end you lost everything, that's why you're here now." "That's not true." "Is it? Your silver tongue only goes so far." "I-" "Why are you here?" "I miss you." "Of course, you miss the memory of us. Something that is gone, something you lost. You do know that memories are different from the present, right?" "...yeah." "I'm not coming back." "Why?" "Why would one wa

“In the midst of winter, I found there was within me was an invincible summer.” -Albert Careb A phoenix from the ashes my wings always found flight. Warming feathers in summer bliss was common. It was poignant and relaxing though utterly meaningless. Ignorance was a temporal freedom until reality came crashing in cold as abandoned waters of the arctic. Frozen by the battle of summer’s song and reality’s race it was impossible and improbable to move forward with no goal. A life without something to strive for gets nowhere except repeated circles digging oneself deeper into a pit of repetition and nothingness. While en