The echo of memories forgotten; or dying dreams gasping for air, if only to breathe a final breath…

The burdens of tomorrow are troubles left at bay, so long as forbidden pleasures are stolen

A sacred act to indulge in the forbidden; and forget that which has been forsaken

It is with ease and assumption that one can steal these temptations, but memories lie to haunt when the illusion does fade, to reveal the lingering truth, piercing through the dark like a flame

Yes, that which is forbidden is so for good reason

But this is the trouble with temptation – for one seeks what they know they ought not to

And every element of the forbidden howls like a wolf; reaching over great distance to alert you of its presence

Indeed, you will surely hear the call of the forbidden

[The Daily Post]


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