΅〜 ೋ ♥ ೋ 〜΅
Reflections of silence resonate… Dissonant deliberation… Among the ethereal scintilla… Echoes speak in deafening taciturnity… Melody of Silence…΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Through the maze of countless corridors… Myriad of memories… A forest of dreams…of hopes… Therein lies my hidden sanctuary… Dormant… Awaiting its incendiary denouement…΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Ephemeral illumination… Fragments of time reminisce… Whispering in the familiar shadows… Euphony… ~΅〜 ೋ ♥ ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
It begins with a thought…
A revelation…
Usually bound in truth…
Then it propagates endless pieces of an unsolvable puzzle…
It worms its way through you…
Permeating Peace…
Replacing it with doubt…fear…
Insidious imaginings…
Every thought becomes tainted with it…
It increases exponentially…
Invasive…
Intruding every facet of your life…
Your dreams once made you strong…
Now they’ve become the manifestation of your subliminal madness…
Become waking confusion…
Conflict…
Psychological war…
Devastation…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
A small ray of light shines through…
Amber sunrise…
You feel its warmth reach for you…
You watch it ascend wondering if its golden rays can reach you…
So far buried in your darkness…
It whispers…
Beckoning…
Inexorably…
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΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Colors of my soul…
Invisible…
Barely there…
Unseen…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Whisper lies cloaked in half truths…
Solemn cadence
Vestiges of madness…
On the crest of a fallen tear…
Encapsulating every hurt…every fear…every disappointment…
As it traces its way down my cheek…it brings forth clarity…insight…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Hope long suppressed struggles against its oppression…
Begging freedom…
Promising everything…
Seeking no remuneration…
Only opportunity to see itself fulfilled…
To bask in its beautiful rendition…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
To turn what was ostensibly opaque…into vivacious vibrancy…
To shine…
~
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Each night infused with insomnolence…
Fragmented Illusory images…
Each morning brings melancholic musings…
Daily demands dilute daydreams…
Rumination of life…
Daze of days…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Haunted memories…
Beckoning me to remembrance…
In between the now…the then…the what may come…
Back and forth…
Here and gone…
Secretly disillusioned…
Transient thoughts…
Resolute promises disappear through the ethereal wish of a dream…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Melancholy whispers…
Etching invisible scars…
Never ceasing…
Nevermore…
~
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
Identity fragmented into thousands of reflections…
Who she was…
Who she is…
Who she will be…
Lost in the myriad of pieces that together make one whole…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Fractured time…
Shattered soul…
Rebuilding….
Visceral renovation…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Looking back…
Retracing steps of Memory’s journey…
Rumination of events leading to present…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
She cries out from the conflicted chaos born from bringing the past to the present…
That girl, long abandoned…fervently seeking to find her place…
In this time…she cannot be…
Her time has come and gone…
Leaving me to forge a path to future…
Where I will also cease to be…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
For in the future…
Indomitable change will come yet again….
Inevitably…I will become the girl crying out…
From the past….
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”
΅〜 Edgar Allan Poe 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ ❁ ೋ 〜΅
Reflections of silence resonate… Dissonant deliberation… Among the ethereal scintilla… Echoes speak in deafening taciturnity… Melody of Silence…΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Through the maze of countless corridors… Myriad of memories… A forest of dreams…of hopes… Therein lies my hidden sanctuary… Dormant… Awaiting its incendiary denouement…΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Ephemeral illumination… Fragments of time reminisce… Whispering in the familiar shadows… Euphony…΅〜 ೋ ❁ ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
Where will you be?
〜 ❁ 〜
Watching the sunset paint the sky with furious reds, pinks, purple
evokes remembrance of fire and passion…
Vibrant hues deepening…
Transitioning twilight…
Melancholy imbued aftermath…
Where will you be?
〜 ❁ 〜
Threshold of darkness…
Skyscape displaying its resplendence…
I watch…captivated…
Lost in my own shifting world and I wonder where will you be
when the sun disappears over the horizon …
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
I would imagine…
You will be watching the sun rise…
΅〜 ೋღ ❁ ღೋ 〜΅
΅∼ ೋღ ♥ ღೋ ∼΅
΅∼ ೋღ ♥ ღೋ ∼΅
Tell me…
Tell me I’ll break free from the machinations of melancholy…
Tell me the sun will shine in my heart…my soul once again…
That it will illuminate me from within radiating ever outward…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Tell me my beloved words will return…
The wait is interminable…
Tumultuous thoughts scream in the quiescence their departure evoked…
Emotions evanesce unable to speak…to be heard…
Locked up…
Trapped inside…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Memory’s echo or faint images of dream…
I can no longer differentiate…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
They long to leave me whilst simultaneously etching themselves
in my soul awaiting their departure…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Yet my voice is trapped within…
Without words it is powerless…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Deafening silence overwhelms…
In solitary desperation my soul softly whispers…
΅〜 ❁ 〜΅
Be still…
Breathe…
΅ ೋღ ❁ ღೋ ΅
For it is not disconcertion of spirit that will elicit their return…
Rather…it is in the still of night…
When you allow all of your worries…
To fade to black…
~
΅ ೋღ ♥ ღೋ ΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina~ ღೋ 〜΅
Each day we face similar choices depending on daily scenario’s. Recently…I have been reminded of how I was feeling a year ago and so with that I present…. ~ Enigma…
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ ♥ ღೋ 〜΅
There on a path to future lies converging trails…
One reminds me of better days long gone…
One leads to the promise of future…
΅∼ ೋღ ❁ ღೋ ∼΅
I sit…think…ponder…
Why does one necessarily negate the other?
Conflicted confusion…
΅∼ ೋღ ❁ ღೋ ∼΅
The future is hope, risk, love, heartbreak, having, losing…
As is life in all of its ups, downs and all arounds…
Tumultuous emotions wash over me as I wonder which path…
All the while knowing, as I always have, that life moves in one direction…
΅∼ ೋღ ❁ ღೋ ∼΅
I cry silent hidden tears as the truth permeates me…
Time moves in one direction…
Always to the future…
Never to past…
I know this and yet…
It feels as though letting go of the past means it truly is gone…
΅∼ ೋღ ❁ ღೋ ∼΅
Two paths converge into one…
I know I must take the one to the future, because that is the way of life…
Always moving forward despite anyone or anything…
Time is an enigma which marches on irreverent of feeling…
Void of thought or emotion…
We choose to move with it or forever be trapped in the loneliness of the black void…
I will no longer be trapped in the void…
΅∼ ೋღ ❁ ღೋ ∼΅
Sweet encouraging voices beckon me to life, irregardless of the risk I know it brings…
I follow time’s path because of hope that will wash away melancholy…
I take the leap of faith..
Knowing only one thing for sure…
Time marches ever forward and now I am its companion…
One step…
Here I go…
~
΅〜 ೋღ ❀ღೋೋ 〜΅
΅〜 ೋღ Christina ~ ೋღ 〜΅
~*~
~*~
Celestial space…a place where thoughts…imagination…ideas… words… prose… and dreams dwell…
Their minds meet mutually in a way neither has known before…..
Instant ignition…
He challenges her…
He encourages her…
Inspires her…
Intrigues her…
Magnetism drawing them closer…
She sees him…
He sees her…
Collision…
He captures her heart…
She captures his…
Each willingly surrendered to the other…
Their souls entwine…They meet…
He holds her close…
A kiss tells them each more than words can express…
They share everything…
Hearts merge…
Love binds…Precious moments fill each day with laughter…adventure…shared perfection…
The sands of time flow faster than the rushing river…
He promises her forever…
She desperately wishes to believe him…Their last embrace with a final kiss…they must let each other go…
She watches him walk toward the plane waiting to take him away…
She turns so he won’t see her tears…She walks away…with such sadness…
Feeling alone but for all those magical moments that remind her of his love and devotion…
Her love for him growing…evermore…
In the silence of his absence melancholy her new companion…
Hope whispers…
She listens…smiles in remembrance…
His last words fill her mind…“This is only our prologue…”
~*~
~*~
Copyright © Christina Brownlee 2013
∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 