Mahal Kita

"The way the tree shone in the moonlight was exquisite. The branches were outlined by the empty, but radiant sky; the leaves were dangling delicacies in the wind. It was the kind of beauty you could not capture with a camera. It was the kind of scene you could not paint with the right shades of blue and tints of black. But by tomorrow, this beauty would only be a memory. The blank canvas stood solemnly in the corner with a radiance about it, whispering a warning." Parental Caution is advised when viewing this blog. Many may be disturbed by the thoughts that run through my mind. "It was decided to abolish the love of nature." "Naked in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred little boys and girls were running with shrill yells over the lawns." "You have entered the City of Delusion." "Charming? But it was just a pair of kids fooling around; that was all. Just kids." "The child scampered off into the bushes and was lost to sight." "What suffocating intimacies, what dangerous, insane, obscene relationships." "From sadism to chastity; full of madness and suicide." "The corpses of a thousand thousand thousand men and women would be hard to bury or burn." "I do love flying." "There was a thing called the soul and a thing called immortality." "She had behaved as any healthy and virtuous English girl ought to behave and not in some other, abnormal, extraordinary way." "I am and I wish I wasn't." "Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly- they'll go through anything." "She had woken up in the middle of the night and become aware, for the first time, of the whispering that had haunted all her sleeps." "And it was as though she were having her throat cut." WMYB A proud directioner. Welcome to my mind........... home message submit history