My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Contradictions

Love is a stroll in a sunlit garden, under a perfect blue sky

Love is the lurching axeman, blood dripping and stumbling through corridors hard and white

Love is the warm sun and a light summer rain

Love is the vise-grip of ice, the cold that rips the breath from your lungs and tears from your eyes

Love is the warm bed, as sunlight drifts through the gaps in the blinds

Love is the sword on which we commit the ritual of Seppuku: and give all.

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4 thoughts on “Contradictions

  1. Nice analogy 🙂
    Beautiful piece of writing.

  2. And I’m now following you 🙂

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