The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men. - Plato

Breathe

Bittersweet, sorrowful, the air tonight tasted. A gentle breeze swirled around and into me. With each breath, I drank in the ambiance- Fragrant, the autumn evening rushed me; a smooth and potent red wine that opened my disillusioned consciousness. I surrendered my grief to the enchanted darkness. My senses were dazzled and dizzied; I couldn’t help but to drift away, freely, under the guise of exaltation. The strange panacea filled me up unlike any concoction I’ve ever known. When the candles burned out and the sun rose, the night fully possessed me. Intoxication metamorphosed my being; with an ever vanishing respire, I withdrew further into the shadows- Inhaled, I fell into its misty rapture. Exhaled, I became a part of the velum.



© undawnted
2020-09-25

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