During the pitch black hours of the sooty midnight, amidst the
I felt the ground sigh, crumble and trickle down like the rhythm bellowing in the tiny heartbroken corners of the weeping swirl, like sawdust, as they shared the last sweeping glance, the eternally fatal kiss and the last rose their tearful eyes had traded in a heartbeat.
Do feelings have homes? I guess true feelings are born homeless. It felt like dwindling down the utmost trance, almost magical, like stepping in a dewy song, yet
Last night, I watched a remorseful movie that serenely stirred every ounce of my soul, every little sigh I had ever drawn and every dream that seemed to be sewn from mere star shine and the cries of a million heartbroken roses.
Atonement, a kaleidoscopic maze of intricately feathered lies, ill-started fantasies and teary tales of love that fall in a doom conspired by misperception and jealousy. It’s a very touching story for the years to come, a story about the dire effects of a horrific yet immature lie that rusted so many lives woven together. The instilling story of a fabricated yet innocent lie that changes lives forever. A falsified web that entangled and perished every dream, every blooming desire of the ill-fated young couple in love.
The Jacobean inspired lifestyle, the idyllic countryside, the mesmerizing mansion, the floral wallpapers, the sweet dollhouse like inner decor, the epic fountain scene that steeped the birth of confusion, the eye language of each character lost in thoughts, a looming envy, passionate blisters of anger and an undying, unrequited love; every scene was a lasting memory for the years to come and the Atonement effect might haunt me for years. Do see it, if you like melodramatic stuff like me, sometime.