Tales of fate.

Never knows where fate leads,
be it a step forward, a step backward,
or a sharp sudden twist;
all buried deep down under.

As soon as time commands,
exfoliating myths off from each wrapped tale,
the journey begins to take flight;
the true first flight.

It steals darkness from the night,
introduces thunderstrom through the sunshine,
and pushes one between joy and despair
til the journey end is met.

Tumbling as it could be,
any forms of denial shall bring no ends
nor exemptions; for all bits
are designated gifts and blessings.


Credits: Elina Kechicheva

More.

Wonder since when, asking for more had become
the new cult; spreading to all the possibles
without a trace and, corrupted them with more
till everyone turned into a host.

Unstoppable. The spreading had long gone beyond
the stop, more and more were in;
at a rate exceeding the growth of lawn
after the first rain in spring.

Pointless of glancing back now, the deadly claw
has already sprawled into minds,
and spread roots down to the core;
paving for the big final.

Could be soon, could be never,
for the coming of the final judgement day;
yet, the tale of truth reads - the later its arrival,
the more will be undone.

Inspiration: the ever-growing desire well of people.


credits: David Bellemere

The only face.

Over the sea of faces,
I spot yours.

Popping in and out from nowhere,
I find yours.

Washes others' lights out,
I fascinate yours.

Solely lightens mine up,
I heart yours.

One and the only,
I am yours.


credits: jadedyetlovely@Xanga, Louis Vuitton, Alex Freund, hoppipook@ blogspot ,battymaddie

All long-awaited

Have been travelling alone for too long;
too long, to recall the day started,
the distant starting point and, locate
the land that used to come close in dreams.

Colours seem to be weathered down,
layer by layer along the route -
peeling off the glamorous shell and
exposes the monochrome core.

Slowly, adapts to this new vacancy;
so bare and raw, as if it has always been
hiding within, anticipating the moment
to break the thin shell.

Fear sets in; strikes the long-believed truth
like a thunderstorm and bubbles out
chains of doubts, extending
all the way towards the remote land?

This journey was, perhaps, long planned
by an invisible hand; nothing can be done
besides swanning around this single path,
wait till, a hand joins in.

chadwicktyler, TFS, Vogue italia, james mahon

Happy Valentine's Day!

Enjoy this beautiful day everyone :)
agnes xx


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