through feathered pens inked with blood and a scarred soul of overflowing abysmal ideologies; there sits an obscured entity, scribbling metaphors and ironies in a crumpled paper of her chaos, seeking for something out of all nothings.
and here she u...
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photosynthesis of an outlawed romance
you were born in a universe where unique hearts like yours had to withstand cruel perceptions, therefore, you shattered the concepts of lifeʼs unwritten laws.
when you inhaled the yellow sunlights from the flares of apollo and drank the red wine dionysus kept for decades, the seedlings you stole from demeter—the ones that you swallowed to be planted by the soils of your flesh—have blossomed into dainty fields of wildflowers.
the butterflies seemed to be enthralled by the flowers, wherefore they flew into your innards and caused havoc—a beautiful chaos of abnormal spasmodic fluttering, and there, aphrodite appeared.
darling, you are an art painted by the rebellion of your heart, made by the finest pigments and abstracts of flaws. and as aphrodite stared at the masterpiece of your entity—there, you realized, it was love.
thenceforth was a tale of an outlawed romance, where aphrodite . . . adores aphrodite.
