lusting for desire,a tune of hollowed longing
a yearning song. desire laced with such longing that it hurts. physical pain. it subsides and just when i wonder if it really could've melted into a low, lingering note somewhere in the background, it starts building like cascading water being re-wound. Slowly tantalisingly freedom climbs the rocks in a strange world where water falls backward, and then it bursts onto the other side. Spills like an over-filled reservoir, a very pregnantly swollen river...and then a raging ocean.
-shuffle was on and tchaikovsky's violin concerto no. 2 started playing :)
-shuffle was on and tchaikovsky's violin concerto no. 2 started playing :)
posted by Kronoskraor at 9:35 AM
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beautiful hai... reminds me of the time wen i was listenin to beethovens 6th nd felt like it was like a flower blooming , it was pure life.....
beautiful, reminds me of wen i listened to beethovens 6th, it was like a flower bloomin.... pure life
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