The heart has gone silent. The passion, once so intense and arresting, is no longer the provocateur of the subconscious.
The spirit no longer soars, its wings relics of an antiquated thinking which once fueled a dream, now tucked away in the supposed comfort of reality and the familiar.
The words have lost their magic. In the war of words we once waged, every instance and every utterance—overtly weighted and calculated—served our innermost feelings and reminded us of our infallacies; now they are mere echoes, their semantics lost.
The libido has been quelled. Eros no longer guides the touch or stirs the desire. No more discovery in the curves of the landscape beautiful, no more arousal.
The fallen spirit haunts the empty streets that were once fiery vessels to the calling of the heart. Where ideals once drove the youth and commandeered the courage. Where love used to call home.
Where angels once danced.
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yours are words that clang in my head but have not yet learnt how to make known their existence.
are you ok?
are you going to do anything about it?
Miss Duhr – I take that as a good thing?
FF – I feel… impeded.
Abewyn – I would, if I knew how. Still trying to gather my thoughts.
yes it’s a good thing.