Monday, 5 November 2012

The chimaera of you


The eonian chimaera of the very you is the ever impeccable scenery I have fixed these irises upon.
Imageries of your visage structuralize my psyche, firstly by barging into my night nebula sundown after sundown. I see you, the epitome of an exquisite enigma, one would decipher in perpetuity.
The human conundrum is you who only
 speak of cryptic silence. Your introspection is
 as paradoxical as your smilet...
 Tell me, how do I make you intone things straight?

I love you but I hate you a little.

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