☁

rest well my loves

i really miss binge reading here ;  
          

a small token of kindness (23rd November 2021) 
          
          the sun falls upon the aretha of moments, decorating and brushing the edges with strings of silver feathers. the mellow pond speaks a tale, a fable of nine thousand glows and one of the rising  petals of dawn. 
          
          each man holds a sword to the night; a gleam of dancing echoes, a ferocious pilgrimage to the sublime stone. the tulips fall against the aging sea, bathed in turmeric and bits of achilles heel. what threatens it but a thing of love. what drowns is but a piece of land. 
          
          the war has submerged the scents of mind, deep in the bones of wheat fields. balance bothers the sky, numbers a human's intellect. what weighs and is weighted with words is never a feeling of flowers, rather a bridge of stone with the heart clogged into stone. 
          
          the stars on a palm's freedom would be briefly beautiful. in prison, however, like a forever depicted. the hands we have two, one for life and the other to choke, like flowers of divorce, the shades conspicuous of the lethal rides. 
          
          love from a distance, even from an unseen mouth, how distinguishable it is, how luring, as though a mother in devil. it comes from deserted feet and wallowing winds and ancient tombs, it comes from fogged graves and disloyal crimes and diminishing music notes. 
          
          true love is ridiculous, but so is life. from a distance, it smells like heaven's musk, like a glance filled with soft petals of dusk. but near, near to us, in us, never found. as though our soul lives far away from us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (22nd October 2021) 
          
          in the sun, there are the tragedies of the black venuses, the smoke of the blue roses and the evenings of late frost. turquoise petals turned to moonlit cherries, the monuments of vein structured hearts and the goblets of pearl interpreters. 
          
          while the world only dwells upon the barren secrets, the sun has escaped diversities and differences; its gasping wound appears as a thing of nothingness. how much it loves, how little we understand. how deeply it sinks yet how well it floats. song in every honeybee, fury lined in pretty streets. 
          
          a butterfly breaks open for a few months, in solitude with the sunset that embraces the sky for a few flutters. it loves wholly; with its capacity of two wings. there is weariness, there is struggle, yet the hues of its wings splatter everywhere. 
          
          and then there is the affection of a daylily perennial; born to live for a beggar's night. the ache in it to fuel with glory exceeds its amount of breaths; its portrait hanging from an invincible loop. love swings from its sickness to every place of memories; in that one night, the stars invisible, only its ink the designer. 
          
          love is limited; to a butterfly a number of months and to a flower a single breath of consciousness. and a human; what is the extent of its love span? are we a butterfly or a daylily or an ocean that kisses the deserted bottom of earth? 
          
          the sun and the moon collapse each day, only to awaken like a bedazzled rhyme, and present their love. for centuries, without a beat being missed, the sun's shine has reached us. 
          
          perhaps why love is a language of the most beautiful is for the reason that it too is doomed. once you die, no one will ever know what your love had looked like. 
          
          therefore, while you are breathing and fine, make the world aware of what your love is like and how different it smells; warm like chocolate and home like a floret haired embrace. 
           #adropofhumanity 

kinda been a while lmao ;

thank you very much for the precious follow! God bless. it is an honour ❤ 

hii, sending love and warm hugs x

no bc every time i see you i keep missing seon
          your username literally says SEONGHUGS what's wrong with me lol

ok i feel empty bye

LILY TYSMMMM