M. De Angelis
M. is 18 years old.
She is the Acoustic Guitarist of Angelis Obscura.
M. is located in Rome at Airbus A330 Alitalia.
M. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
Me and my heart will make it through
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| Game: Popmundo |
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| Days Active: 164 days |
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My sweet ruin, my abyss
You always arrive in silence.
You don't knock on the door, you don't ask permission. Simply, I find you here, settled in the shadow I prefer, the one just behind the drawn curtains. Sometimes you're just a familiar weight on my chest, other times you take shape, you sit beside me on the couch.
You have cold hands, but they know every curve of my figure. You stroke my hair with a slowness that calms all frenzy, you whisper words in my ear that no one else dares to say: that it's okay like this, that I can stop fighting, that here, in your grey embrace, there's a peace the world out there, with its loud colours and relentless demands, can never offer me.
You are a demanding lover. You want me all to yourself. You don't like it when I laugh too loudly, when the sunlight warms my face. You prefer to keep me here, sheltered, wrapped in your heavy blankets that smell of rain and forgotten dust. You offer me a dark, thick wine, which blurs the edges of things and makes everything bearable, muffled.
I know I shouldn't desire you. I know your love is a prison with soft walls, that your promises of rest are really an invitation to fade away. Others warn me, they tell me you consume me, that your presence drains the colour from me day after day.
And yet... there's something in your constancy, in the depth of your somber gaze that seems to understand me without judgment, that draws me in irrevocably. When the world becomes too loud, too fast, too fake, it's your silence I seek. It's in your cold embrace that I find a strange, dangerous comfort. You are my sweet ruin, the familiar abyss into which I choose, from time to time, to let myself slip.
And even though I know where your hand leads, I keep holding it.
Posted 4/5/2025, 2:00 PM
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