she left

french-alps-near-biotShe heard them! The chords of cogency. Crescendoing. Pulsating with hermeneutical harmonies that filled her with a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. The clarity descending in notes that burst her heart.
Her heart. That’s what she could feel.

She was right to leave. She had to stop making love to this numbness.
And she didn’t just walk. She floated.Β On the weightless tears of Another.
He turned her back, from face down, and she left forever. Right out of that grave.



        1. oh those faces I adore hahaha
          I don’t know if you listened to the song, but that’s what inspired me this time. holy moly, those chords, like re-creation. I keep listening to it.


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