I cried.
Partly because I knew it wouldn't last forever; partly because I knew it was over.

"It's a thing," they said.

I didn't believe them; I couldn't. Because my whole body was telling me that it was real. Maybe that was the problem in the first place ( Read more... )

I am a pale flutter of wings.
I am a the fluttering tulle of a ballerina

one day
we'll be
dreams in taffetta
magenta
azure
and pearls like silvery orbs
there's
paint that clings
to my skin.

crimson lips & nails
sparkling lidded eyes
bony jutting hips
and souls that
speak in dance.

one day
we'll win the world over.
with our sparkling beauty.

We climb between unconciousness and sublime exisistance ( Read more... )

It was dark out ( Read more... )

BottleHe was beautiful, in a dark way. With dark hair and black eyes like dark, German chocolate ( Read more... )

Welcome to aeternitas; Latin for eternity.

Aeternitas is a writing journal, composed soley of fictional prose. I try to update as often as possible. Hopefully you enjoy Aeternitas!

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