It is the search for the knowledge that is in the universe
I was looking for the light
I'm looking for light
Grief in the pressure of life, in the dust of wet desires
I am searching for life in this siege of indifference
This superficial activity is only a matter of a few moments
I am looking for this happiness that can reach the dead soul
This fire is not extinguished, my friends
The one who blows in the fire is looking for the same flame
The laughter of those who are made is like a heavy heart
Those who are drunk in themselves, I am looking for this laughter
It is the life of the party
I don't care, I'm looking for friendship
About the Creator
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
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