A spiritual-sided, mostly misinterpret blog, by the many eyes from the many minds. To understand nonsense one has to be nonsense, but to the nonsensical babbler there may just be more than meets the eye beyond the first wave of less sanity, for he may yet find more than what he had thought at first through the eyes of the.. eccentric.. but there shall always be found great sanity in the deepest of insanity of man's mind. That is almost for certain!
Monday, November 19, 2007
Melancholy
The cherry-scented leaf falters down from its elder tree, like a droplet of blood, irreversibly running down the cheek of a man carrying the dread expression - whose life is passing by in invaluable moments of pictures, knowing he will soon taste his guttural orchestra of depressive moments in a most soulful, unproclaimed howl of melancholy - ..of his frostbitten, heart-shaped fragments of the deepest chamber in his heart, where before, not even an amours arrow could affect him. The leaf withers upon the touching of grass, like a threatening doom, in the season of withering cherry-blossom trees, and the numbing sight of a man with a suppressed grief of despair in a facial contour resembling the frostbitten ones.
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