The one about Persephone and The Stockholm syndrome
Ah Persephone, the beautiful goddess of Spring, with a smile as cheerful as the breeze,
Ah Persephone, the beautiful goddess of Spring, with a smile as cheerful as the breeze,
Some nights look like thunderstorms…
You go dancing. You go partying. The noise. The Flashes. The people. The colours. Smiles. Smirks. Neon lights. Shots. Claps. Shouting lyrics…
– Hey, beautiful! What’s up with those sad looking eyes?
– Heartbreak! – You answer without giving it a second thought.
– My, my! So quick to jump to conclusions, aren’t we? – a smirk shows up on my lips. Read more
She felt cold. Oh, her little feet were so cold, so blue…they were freezing…slowly…She felt a dancing blue flame surrounding her. Such a cold flame, it was ruthless. It caressed her, lied to her. It seemed welcoming and warm and beautiful and untouchable and mysterious and strong and never-ending and…