the water engulfed without a moon to reflect. Ashes from desperate cries left burning magnesium through the rues. Starry hands sought the earth, and withdrew as if scalded, scorned whispers echoing through the lifeless home. The heavens grieved and stroked the rivers of fire, flowing ever so serenely now, sobbed harder and washed off memories to a place better deserved. the once bright lanterns, the sole conspirators of curtained stages, no longer remained diminished but choked underneath the clouds. The repressing haze, one which burned your breath, dissipated under the violent fog. The deep violet skies rumbled, quiet in regret, flooded the builds again and again, till life grew anew. The rushing sound never ceased, till the scorched red cleared the ruins brown, till the crushed whispers smelt home. Eventually, a blue, much like your eyes emerged through the tar clouds, and the broken hands gave way to crawling flowers. Amidst the drenched rubble, the soft footsteps of a lone writer remained as lone witness to Pompeii's apology.
I too also repeatedly say “oh no”’in Latin when I am freaking the fuck out about a volcano exploding and killing my entire family.
Bastille was right. How am I gonna be an optimist about this. Also right about eh eho eho.
“all time is frozen
living the moments
before the eruption
of my emotions”
Pompeii = underrated metaphor for grief & not being able to move on, frozen in time to just before the tragedy
Ya’ll, I know why Origin Palkia doesnt have arms. Its based on the statue of the centaur in Pompeii. It was so old that its arms fell and thats how it looks know, and since Palkia is a centaur, the creators probably wanted to make it like that
Look at both of them, its the same pose in different angles-
When you say "Pompeian Bath" this is not my first thought
-A Pompeian Bath-