"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
She was one of those miracles
which occur every once in a while, every now and then. One of those blessings
which appear all of a sudden out of nowhere. She looked at the world with eyes of a fallen
angel. She still had her wings, but had been lost in the kingdom of us mortals
for such a long time that she actually forgot how to fly…She told me she was a girl slave to the
angels, and that I… I’ve actually made her happy for thousands of years to come.
I promised to her that I’ll protect her from her fears, hide her from the world
of villains, that I’ll forever guard her innocence. Instead of that, I brought
corruption and perversity.
Was my loss of her a causality of
me not recognizing her, or possibly I did recognize her but I couldn’t handle
my actions accordingly? Yet, somehow… in those unscrupulous disturbed
foundations of mine, I know that when I recognized the value of her existence
for me, I just had to lose her!
Time speaks for tales of old,
ancient sins never forgotten in the mists of the past; but then again, time is
a human construct... a common misconception, an unworthy illusion... time is a
fictional concept in which we explain our cyclic behavior!
In loops we find identification,
we get stuck in time:)
And as far as sins go, they’re
only a matter of opinion;)