nicholas.georgiou.

"...I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy—their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a superhuman fancy. It is because they are connected with the most thoughtless and the happiest moments of our lives. I have seen foreign flowers in hothouses, of the most beautiful nature, but I do not care a straw for them. The simple flowers of our Spring are what I want to see again..."
-Keats




@rewindstuff

Sep 19

You are.

Part 2

You are your muse. You are your vice. You are the two wrapped up in one. You are the angles of a face described what can only be spoken as truth. Theres no escaping it. You are the eyes of the beheld…

God, I tried for 5 years to say what I wanted to her. And now that I have the chance. And the time. To do it the right way. To say it the right way. I can’t fucking bring myself to do it. I’m a coward.

You are what makes you bleed. You are the letter you never sent. You are the words on paper. You are your paper heart. You are your own worst enemy. The tall tale of redemption twisted backwards. You are your story. Time stands still and your heart races. The time is here. To find the truth. But you can’t move your lips. Your vocal cords are frozen in suspended silence. Echoes of the past fading through. No words form in your mind. An empty chasm. Black.

Posted at 11:34 PM