 Lines and shades of light hewn features, painted blazingly by a distant hand deviate mandatorily from the fire-signed raptures of a permanent melancholy, springing in abundance upon colorful stories.. like the breaking dawn of life. A waking bed under mystic eyes donned under contracting, undulating words, that speak of proud, makeshift smiles, gallant yet adorned by mere necessity.. The essence sewn into formality.. and the affinity, cascading down like angel feathers by the wide, bright sea. They permeate the distance between two beating jewels, drunk with fraud and failure.. a taste of rare liquorish, and the tiniest semblance of heaven and hell in the belittling wilderness of man's animosity. |