Collection 1 - Nude – Pure – Us!

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Stranger was the feeling I was getting in my
arms, because they started to reach out to him
“PUSH” I kept hearing as I was getting so close
I could smell him and my eyes where deeply
locked with his.
Like perfume it was numbing my senses and I
embraced him with my cheek next to his and
my heart beating so fast I was feeling it in my
ears “PUSH” he whispered “You know it is
what you have to do, push me my love, you
will be free”.
I heard myself saying ‘I love you so much’ and
the millisecond I finished the last word while
placing a kiss on his Forehead my arms firmly
placed on his shoulders and I pushed.
One last smile was catching him as he was
slowly flying off the cliff and with every breath
I took he was drifting off into the deep filled of
clouds of nothing.
There was a silence surrounding me now, the
Dogfaced men where walking backwards away
from me, one by one knocking the missiles to
the side, were they once fired into the red sky
there was now just a whole big nothing filled
with peace.
I took a deep breath and here was that curtain
again closing around me while I could hear a
faint beat in my ears forcing me to move very
slowly.
This was the first time in over a Year that I felt
so at peace that I could move to a slow beat
and let it drift me so much so that I didn’t realise
it was getting all dark around me “I can run,
but I can’t hide away from you” was what I kept
hearing being sung.
A big crash and one of them Dogfaced men
appeared in front of me barking louder and
louder ... I woke up.
I was pulling the snot up my nose, the white
shit was doing my head in at this point, how
long was I sleeping ? Only 2 hours ?
Well that was intense I remember thinking and I
recalled everything I dreamed as vivid as if you
would kick my knee now! I got myself a small
bottle of something fizzy and drowned it in one,
couldn’t help feeling totally whack though not
from what I snorted but from this trip I was just
having.
It kinda made me realise something that was
brewing deep inside of me for a long time
and didnt really want to be a harsh reality.
“Finnish my first article and then finnish the relationship
I was in.”
The article was an easy task I had that sorted
in a couple of hours after a big bad coffee and
a shower, but the bit with my man took me a
lot longer.
There was so much faith in me that this was
worth fighting for, I love him so much and how
would it be without him not being around ?
What followed where a few more month of
something that was equally wild and hard on
me till the day that I pushed him of the cliff.
Don’t get me wrong I do miss him and still think
about him but i’m much better off and there are
so many other things in my live that need the
attention i was giving only him.
So a year later this is NOW and what am i
doing ?
Writing one of my horrid stories. I left one
issue out .. guess why ?
I was busy at the cliff cleaning up my mess
and healling, am still busy with that you fucks
but i am better now and loving the distraction
writing my life away for some crazy fashion
and art magazine.
Well it does fit though, right ? Life is a fashionable
art-form that only we are capable of!