"Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time." -CamusMelancholy engulfs the soul as the night encompasses the desolate landscape.
Filled with animosity and hatefull vegenance, the damned descend upon the earth,
Usurping, pillaging, and subsuming every decent and beautiful temple to be found.
The princess is found wanting and lost like a child in the wilderness of sorrow;
Horrible night, black, opaque, and gruesome, smile on the weary traveler as
he shares a drink and shakes hands with the dreary eyed stranger. Death?
Immured? Savior? God? no, no, no, just an illusion, an apparition of fate, demon of magnificent love and passion......to be found not near: only in the paradise of dreams.
The past, you object? what of it? what of its negative heart beat and silent pulse, I love the simple, insipid candor of your smile, gesture, voice....soul!!! solemn and gentle he awakes, hurtful and hateful she slept with a pithy smile on her face: not a feeling has he, not a single breath of enamored bliss says she...deception, the ultimate human trait; the nature of the beast................................the sweet embrace of isolation.
