Hello, beautiful people!
About Death and Other Trivialities.
The sky... dear sky, which had been always blue, from nowhere... it turned red.
The precarity was dress up with false emotions and it went out to cheat the illusion. The illusion, master of trickery and turbulence, followed the fraud with joy. They enjoyed the maliciousness, danced under the tears of broken hearts, ate on entangled thoughts. They laughed, cried, shared secrets. And each one, at the end of the night, was wondering how fake the feeling was.
The precarity in its vulnerability and genuine innocence was madly in love with The illusion. And what began as a game of glances and empowerment eventually ended in sighs of misunderstood desires and non-reciprocal soul kisses.
The birds migrated and the feeling of hearts in love stopped at their unfinished sighs.
The illusion knowing the power of the soul and avaricious as never before, forced the precarity to give everything it possessed of itself. She wanted kisses and hugs, sighs and tears, screams of passion and madness, She wanted its anger and its charm, She wanted it naked of fallacies and dressed of realities, She wanted it full of pestilences and empty of mercy, She wanted it complete and partially; and between sighs and screams, She absorbed its soul.
The goddess, extinguished and consumed, was sitting on the top of the Sun... transformed into stellar rock.
The precarity, which was executor and guilty at the beginning, and the victim executed at the end, inhaled masqueraded illusions as affection and exhaled weak hearts to the expectation of caresses full of love. Broken sighs, charged with weaknesses and broken fortresses.
The illusion was bathed in tears of desire, she drank glasses of wine elaborated with the blood coming from the heart of her love in the moments of pleasure. The illusion was rejoicing in the absolute submission of her partner. The illusion laughed at the irony of life: she is the illusion, but the silly is not her.
Night fell and the Moon was no longer the satellite of any planet; it cried out meteorites in flames.
The illusion bored of the imperious surrender of the precarity, it was looking new challenges, scorning the love given and laughing with sarcasm of the affection showed, the illusion left the precarity during an unfinished sensual act for one of the two parts: "you were never enough" she said.
Broken hearts blow up and they evaporate into clouds of bitterness; revenge is not sweet but it brings out bitter smiles.
The Precarity walked to the highest peak of the planet, the one which connected with the Sun. On the way she took off her shoes and bleeding with the thorns of the valley. She cracked the long of her red dress, and scratching her soulless skin, the dress turned black. She walked for days with bitterness as her livelihood. The sun, hot and inclement, dried up the planet, with the hope of the cessation of the precarity... but nothing was able to stop her. She drank tears of bitterness and she bathed with the blood from her wounds.
When she touched the top of the mountain, she screamed. She screamed wounds, screamed anger, screamed illusions and screamed the cry from her unhappy heart. He screamed as never before, and in the process was losing part of his voice.
With bitterness and the accumulated pain of a new body, she called out to the Sun.
─I want everything and I want absolutely nothing ─were her words─.
And the Sun dialogued with her; he narrated the consequences of her act and the sadness of the wished immortality. She refused. She denied the warning of the Sun and without emotion, she ripped out her heart.
With an infinite affliction, the Sun made her wish a reality. And the precarity, with an afflicted heart, was reborn with a new name that no one would ever forget: the Death.
Neither the deepest regret can fix the damages produced by trickery and fraud... of a lover.
Locked up in a room full of fears, the illusion started to imagine ideal landscapes and unfulfilled dreams. All new love or family died in the arms of her old love. Full of superstitions and convictions, she put a lock of blindness in the room, and living with lies, she never left the room.
And we're done, beautiful people! After so much time, I came back with a story. Between the pilgrimages with Sophie and the book reviews, I had not decided in favour of the stories I have saved... The truth? I didn't like what I wrote so much anymore, I felt that it was too bad. But now I've taken care of my babies again. So I hope you enjoy it, there will be more to come. I will be waiting for your comments, suggestions and doubts.
Thank you all of you for always being there. And thanks to you, for your support. We read each other again!
The images are all from this artist.
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