Everlasting

Hath thou ever seen such beauty one must preserve it at all costs?
Hath thou ever felt a moment so pure and eerie that it's memory would trickle upon your mind untill death?
One cannot trap or enslave such moments to his will, but one could relive them, ever so faintly and evanescent.


The story of this rose is one that goes far back in time.
The rose itself has withered,
Spreading the perfume, oh!
Of death and obliteration,
Of necrosis and athanasia.

It's memory still lives,
Lingering  on paper
And in tears.


Click me, I will take you to the Rose.

The pure kiss

Evangeline kissing Elise. A warm embrace that is beyond time or experience.
What can be more delightful than being at peace with your own mind?
Only death...a silenced soul of a wounded body.
This is a true friendship, and this kiss is meant to show love, not sexuality. Pure love, that can look beyond the grave and see eternity.

Till next time...make sure pain will cover your smile in darkened feathers...