-Ruia Safir 12 ISC S
- The colour is no longer a symbol of power. It is no longer molten lava or sword hilts or the crown of a Queen. Now, it is Icarus falling from the heavens. Now, it is a shade of mortality.
- It’s an endless summer haze- lawn and linen and sour lemonade. And the dying sun. The gold impaled transience in your heart. You cannot hold on to sun rays.
- Laughter. Undying, undulating laughter. A piercing gaze that cannot be undone. Feather touches that flush your cheeks. Your heart sparks with the gold of love. But the laughter slowly dies. And love fades away.
- “Be still and know I am with you” – Psalm 46:10. The gold letters in the church scream. The gold letters in the church are fading. The gold letters in the church peel.
- Lust, like death. Cold and cruel and unforgiving. Unexpected and confusing. Confused with love.
- A passion for danger. A hunger for what cannot be known. An almost animalistic want. We’re no better than animals.
- Intoxicated with pain. Pain that cuts too deep to simply put a Band-Aid on. But insignificant and invisible. Aphrodite poisons the wine.
- Black is too far. Black is a commitment. Why not stay in between?
- The dreary indecisiveness of a cloudy day. The feeling of unfulfillment.
- Charon awaits his golden drachmas. Hades knows not of crimson blood. A Shakespearean tragi-comedy. It seems to be a little too late.
- Waiting for gold to be lustrous.
- Craving a love so deep it’s cherry red.
- Wishing the slate gray rain clouds would go away.