Story
"and we reach ever so desperately for that which we cannot have, for is that not the human condition, to glorify the unattainable and tarnish the here and now?"
The stage is set. lights are dimmed low, with the soft flicker of candles bating the shadows with their guile. Two men lay side by side, intertwined through legs and arms. And for that very moment, they are at peace in a world offset with chaos. The man on the left pushes the other with his hand in the small of his back, forcing him closer, forcing their lips to meet.
He has loved him. Always. But this moment is forbidden. They are not each others. Each belongs to another body, to another soul.
And yet for that single perfect moment, all that matters is that kiss. That split second when two completely opposite ideas become one perfect cord, resonating not only in their hearts, but in their minds and bodies. It's their winter song, that waning cord of a beautiful, yet mournful song.
The stage is set. lights are dimmed low, with the soft flicker of candles bating the shadows with their guile. Two men lay side by side, intertwined through legs and arms. And for that very moment, they are at peace in a world offset with chaos. The man on the left pushes the other with his hand in the small of his back, forcing him closer, forcing their lips to meet.
He has loved him. Always. But this moment is forbidden. They are not each others. Each belongs to another body, to another soul.
And yet for that single perfect moment, all that matters is that kiss. That split second when two completely opposite ideas become one perfect cord, resonating not only in their hearts, but in their minds and bodies. It's their winter song, that waning cord of a beautiful, yet mournful song.
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