to LOVE or DONT LOVE!
- I do not love you, - these words have pierced heart, turning out sharp edges of an interior, transforming them in forcemeat.
- I do not love you, - the simple six syllables, only twelve letters which kill us, shooting from lips ruthless sounds.
- I do not love you, - there is nothing more terribly when they are said by the favourite person. For the sake of what you live for the sake of which you do everyone for the sake of which it is capable even to die.
- I do not love you, - in opinion of darkens. First peripheral sight is disconnected: the dark veil shrouds all around, leaving small space. Then flickering, poured grey points close and the remained site. Darkly completely. You feel only the tears, a terrible pain in a breast, compressing lungs, as if squeezer. You squeezes and you try to borrow as small as possible places in this world, to be covered from these wounds words.
- I do not love you, - your wings which closed you and favourite in difficult minute, start to be showered by already turned yellow feathers, as if November trees under an impulse of an autumn wind. The penetrating cold passes through a body, freezing soul. Two shoots covered by an easy down already stick out of a back only, but also it withers from words, fall to pieces in a silver dust.
- I do not love you, - letters a squealing saw stick into the rests of wings, tearing out them from a back, tearing apart a flesh up to shoulder blade. Blood flows down on a back, washing off feathers. Small fountains beat from arteries and, apparently, that new wings - bloody wings, easy have grown.
- I do not love you, - wings are not present more. Blood has ceased to go, having dried up black short on a back. That referred to as wings - now only hardly appreciable бугорки earlier, somewhere at a level shoulder blades. Pains already are not present also a word have remained only words. A set of sounds which any more do not cause sufferings, do not leave even traces. Wounds were tightened.
Time treats even the most terrible wounds. All passes, even long winter. The summer all equally will come, kindling an ice in a shower. You embrace the favourite, most dear person, and snow- white wings clasp it.
Wings always grow.
June 25th, 2006 at 11:53 am
Wow —dear—very insightful words —-but please remember I will always and forever hold you dear in my heart— and hope to never hurt that by saying such words—Love You Deeply Always as the sweet friend you are.
June 25th, 2006 at 10:01 pm
Selene ,,, beautiful ,, powerful,, and inspired words, you had me in tears my friend,, as i have felt that terrible sting,, that biting pain that can only come from the loss of a love or the rejectiion of a beloved heart.. we can mend a wound left from the death of a loved one secure in the knowledge that they knew of our feelings and will live on in us in our hearts and your memoriies….But the pain of the forced seperation of two hearts each knowing the other will go on,, but no longer together,, is a pain that will bring the strongetst man to his trembling knees..and shatter the bravest of hearts.. and only another such love is capable of healing and easing the pain and suffering caused by that terrible circumstance…
I can tell you truley that you will never hear those words from me,, and it is my sincere wish that you will never hear them from any other as long as you shall live.. My heart is forever linked to yours in the bonde of friendship that binds two hearts til they become as one and indeed I would surely share that pain should you experience it.. and suffer in it with you… my heart to yours Dear Selene,, I love you too dear friend
June 26th, 2006 at 4:24 pm
WHO YOU ARE ?, a mesmerizing person for sure
Who I am someone lost as certainly many in your EYES
They tell(your eyes)- they can’t lie -Almost 3 quarters of warmth but desperate of humanity in 1/1000 second of glance- et tu sais que tu es exceptionnellement belle ma merveilleuse Selene
very very PRECIOUS ONE a flower as in chat —–(——(—@
June 27th, 2006 at 12:02 am
It’s a touching ballade! when i was reading it, I recalled the Snow Maiden’s tale ( Snégourotchka ) and complicated play of feelings : love is strong and it can give a lot of sufferings , it’s right ! but I think friendship is best remedy for infatuation of love and for torment of jealousy ! especially when, with friendship, there are respect and estimation ; if besides we add beauty and glamour to this ambience , there are enough things for remove every deceptive illusion of love !
June 28th, 2006 at 8:57 am
Selene-Once again you have shown that you are as talented as you are beautiful. Ya tebia l’ublu
June 29th, 2006 at 3:38 pm
No words of mine, flashing across your computer screen, can ease the deep ache in your heart. I can only say that it is these kinds of soul-searing experiences that give us the opportunity to love on a level never before imagined. The shared pain is a doorway to deep compassion and wisdom that transcend our personal agonies. I have lost in love and still suffer from even a greater loss, that of my only child and his mother. Nothing fills that gaping hole in my existence. But we all have holes in our hearts, don’t we?
You are seemingly a remarkable being, Selene. You possess this incredible power to move hearts and inspire such a full range of feelings within so many. At times it has overwhelmed me. Yet you remain human and vulnerable. As with others, part of me wishes I could protect you from such sorrow. But I also know that I would not want to deny you the opportunity to deepen your wisdom and ultimate understanding and serenity. All I can say is that you are not alone in your journey and that you there is a an ocean of care for you out there, Selene. Best wishes, always.