Death On Pretty Wings.

death on pretty wings.

“who would have known that those butterflies that you gave me were just death on pretty wings?”

hii, everyone. i hope you’re doing well. this is just another simple piece. ‘death on swift wings’ was the first line/phrase that came into my mind. life is very unpredictable. one moment you’re celebrating something and the other moment you’re swinging in and on about how to keep this happiness forever.

things change, times change, people change. everything changes. just like pretty seasons, pretty people change too. there are feelings, beautiful feelings that leave you muddled, but in a good way. feelings like butterflies enveloping your heart.

butterflies. in general, having butterflies (in your stomach), means you are nervous about something. usually used when you like someone, and he/she/they is/are in your vicinity, so when you tell them “you give me butterflies.” usually in the stomach, it means they make you feel nervous.

it seems so beautiful when you sense these feelings arise, but what blooms, dies too.

picture in her locket.

“and there is this picture in her locket

it reminds me of you

and she wears it close

just like how i used to do

and i used to long for your rusty eyes

i hope she does too

and when my character dies

i pray the news reaches you

and when my ashes are found

i wish you know that the fire were you.”

hey, everyone. i hope you're doing well. okay, so let’s talk about this piece. this is probably the longest piece i have ever written. even though it’s really simple, i just thought that i would give you a little backstory for it.

this, as you can see, is a story that revolves around three people. i like to call them;

cedar coral (the male character), rosary hemlock (the female character) and ivy nightshade (the other female character and also the narrator. and um, i also like to think that i am ivy).

anyways, rosary cleaves a locket that posses something that ivy thinks should be hers. even though, she has lost all rights to it, and she knows that it’s off-limits.

cedar, on the other hand is now madly in love with rosary. he has moved on into this beautiful relationship with this beautiful girl, that he knows is the one.

ivy, she hasn’t moved on. though she portrays that image, but she’s stuck. still stuck in the waves of memories that never seem to hit the shore.

she can’t help, but to bring his name up in every conversation. she can’t just let him go. as if it’s imprinted on her soul, her heart, her mind, her body and everything cedar ever managed to touch.

though she blames him for everything. the heartaches, the shattered glass vase on the floor that screams anger and agony and all the tears that came along when they both parted ways, but she still longs for him. she still wants him back.

she keeps on forgetting the reason why cedar left. the reason why he had to leave. she believes that she’s harmless, but then again she’s ivy.

all in all, ivy’s a toxic bitch. pray for cedar and rosary.

land of trust.

hey. i wrote this under fifteen minutes, so i genuinely understand if this doesn’t make any sense.

there’s a small reference to a greek god here. dolos. sometimes also referred to as dolus. in greek mythology, dolos is the spirit of trickery. he is also a master at cunning deception, craftiness, and treachery. dolos is an apprentice of the titan prometheus and a companion of the pseudea. his female counterpart is apate, who is the goddess of fraud and deception. his roman equivalent is mendacius. there are even some stories of dolos tricking gods into lies.

using the terminology “dolos’ follower” is basically trying to give benefit of the doubt. in order to hide someone’s dirty work by blaming it on something else or saying that it was done under someone’s pressure.

judas. judas iscariot, his name, is often used synonymously with betrayal or treason. according to all four canonical gospels, judas betrayed jesus to the sanhedrin in the garden of gethsemane by addressing him as "rabbi" to reveal his identity in the darkness to the crowd who had come to arrest him.

i don’t know how i feel about this little “part” of me that is always ready to forgive betrayal. it’s that part that would happily walk on a new path whilst leaving the worst behind, just because it (that part) is either deeply in love with that source of betrayal or because the hurt is too much to get a sensible reaction. it leaves you numb, in the puddle of agony, that drowns you until you can’t think straight.

“i hope you bury me before i bury you.” is simply my way of saying i hope you completely demolish all the pillars of faith you built in this land of trust because if i get to support myself on any of them, i will come back and build another home to all our false memories. so, it’s better if you ruin every last thing, before i decide to get back up and fight a war that i clearly have no interest in wining. “before i bury you-” to me means digging my grave.

time is the best healer.

“and when finally it was time’s turn to heal everything, it stopped.”

sand castle by the waves.

rainbow thingies.

the sole purpose of this post is to appreciate all these little natural light reflection thingies in my home.

and also because i wake up late and i have never seen these here before, so i just- freaked out? in a good way, though.

and probably because the placement or whatever of all these rainbows just happen to be outside and inside my room, and that makes me really happy 🥲