But there’s so much more that comes to mind than just words. There are images, scenes, longstanding battles. Thunderous, blissful, heart-weakening trots of handsome horses as the earth shatters beneath their hooves. I watch with furrowed brow in awe and disgust as the battles unfold. The clang of swords sheathes against themselves as hearty men fall to the ground. The darkness falls as I shiver in the cold. Dirtied with mud & earth. The dirt clings to my finger nails and earth sticks to the heated cheeks of my youth: I shatter the queen’s strength and vanity -claiming the throne for myself.
Snow White was an excellent movie.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.
Edvard Munch (via wingsforlashes)