• I gasped for air as he spoke, his knowledge Innocuously flooded the banks of my mind as I struggled for more but tried not to drown in the sea of his wisdom, his passion was tidal, his voice ferocious. I grasped for my knife and stuggled for my sanity in the breaches of my mind and thrust for an escape from this torment, his body was the escape, my knife was the medium. his body tore like bread and his blood gushed like wine across the marble floor. the sea was calm, my passion subsided and his deceased.