eyes glisten, the time reversed. troubled mind, pure heart. lonely soul, longing posture. something is missing, just one part.
something big is coming, the start of a new realization. an intertwined mind, like roses on a trellis. a strange new feeling a force to overcome us.
slanted branches, in its own perfect. a blood orange core and soul, losing pieces every so often late to bloom, last to leave. an eternal self-actualization, seeing the same place. the repetitive vicinity, ever so changing through its eyes.
fixing the area, preparing the room. clearing the shelves, shifting paraphernalia. only to die.
“He who admires art in its technical perfection must respect Liszt. He who is charmed by God-given genius must respect him all the more.”
—descriptions of Liszt from his contemporary and friend, Hans Christian Andersen
(1840)
lit covers | The Great Gatsby
“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
She's beautiful
Adele before performing at the Royal Albert Hall in 2011
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