Thursday, 26 September 2013

Moth









The light, the light...

That bottomless white pit of power that attracts me.

The one that fascinates me, that transports me into an ecstasy of excitement.

Which possesses me, and...

 ...immolates me!







 We are listening to a fragment of "Ecstasy" by ATB,

© 2013 Od Liam
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8 comments:

  1. Rum-Punch Drunk27 September 2013 at 04:11

    I can gaze for hours into a burning fire. It does have it's attraction but I've never felt compelled to go close enough. Love the post Od, but when haven't I? Your words are always brilliant.

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  2. Unknown27 September 2013 at 07:11

    It shows clearly you do not belong with moths, RPD! :)

    They cannot avoid ending in a maelstrom that drags them into the infinite.

    Thank you a lot, mate! You know I appreciate your words very much!

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  3. K R Smith27 September 2013 at 07:23

    An excellent choice for the prompt, and well done!

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    1. Unknown27 September 2013 at 16:51

      Thank you, K R!

      Appreciate your kind words!

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  4. Unknown28 September 2013 at 09:38

    Perfect! To take a cliche and write it into something of your own. Nicely done.

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  5. Unknown28 September 2013 at 15:16

    Thank you, Grace!

    Appreciate your kind words

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  6. Aunt Mary28 September 2013 at 20:43

    Beautifully written , just loved the post :)

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    1. Unknown29 September 2013 at 09:53

      You know, Auntie...

      ...sometimes I feel just as the moth, there is this beautiful light that keeps calling me into... nothingness!!!

      Thank you for your kind words.

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