You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world...
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.
I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best. But first, first I will destroy your hatred. Now. My hate is colder, stronger, and you’ll have no hate to warm yourself. You will have nothing.
Blot out the moon,
Pull down the stars.
Love in the dark, for we're for the dark
So soon, so soon.
Pull down the stars.
Love in the dark, for we're for the dark
So soon, so soon.
And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?
Have all beautiful things sad destinies?
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