What I thought was precious metal was nothing but a cheap alloy covered by a thin layer of gold. I saw a bright river, unfolding its gentle meanders, but what was really there was a snake and its coils, lying in wait on filthy soil. I only imagined the delicate rose, never realised there was no flower, only treacherous thorns. The heartbreakingly beautiful Caravaggio never existed, there were only shadows and cracks on the wall.
The glittering stars were mere vulgar stones in disguise, actively playing a part.
I saw chemistry and feelings, obviously no more than wishful thinking.
I wanted to hold him so tight, his heart’s fire might be ignited by mine. Convince him that the sterile, sheet of floating ice was a choice we had made, not a place we needed to stay. Alas, it was an Herculean task.
There is no magic potion to free oneself of delusions, the dangerous figments of our imagination.
I saw things that were never there, I’ve only got myself to blame. And I must say I feel rather lame – now to eraseΒ the stain…
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Loved the powerful energy in this. Those delusions are painful when they burst and the truth streams in. Beautifully written.
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Those pesky delusions! π
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You have a wonderful style in selecting images to accompany your posts.
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Well, I like to think so π
I’m very particular with the images I use and usually hunt around for as long as needed to find just the perfect one…one that speaks to me, AND fits the post π
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Shattering, Nat. xo
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Thank you Kelly π xo π
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Welcome! xo
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Very powerful and lovely at the same time, Nathalie! I loved it. β€
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Thank you Eric, how nice of you to say so π π
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You’re welcome! π
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Never lose your faith in love Nat. I won’t let you.
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At times, it is hard not to.
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Believe me. I know
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I shall just have to trust you then, dear Sir π π
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Let’s go to Paris and just dance. I will meet you in the outdoor sculpture garden at Musee Rodin
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How tempting!
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Longhand is real hand. I don’t comment much, but I want you to know I luv your work!
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Thank you so much! What a great thing to hear, I’m reading this with a huge smile on my face π
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I feel this so much and love everything you write. I hope you have a beautiful weekend, Luv <3<3<3
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