• Not too long ago, I would sit down and ask myself: "Who am I, but a foolish child? Still free of obligation and worries, careless, and wild."
    Some were short, others were long - the passing years; I have seen seventeen springs of laughter, and seventeen winters of tears.

    A prisoner of worldly bounds I had become, I dreamed of free horizons and peaceful days...
    A soul held captive by flesh and bone, haunted by hounds of a shaded past, and wrongful ways.
    I roamed through life, wandering into the damned valleys of an empty earth. I fell to my knees, bleeding...Reality pierced my chest, sharp as a dagger's blade.
    I writhed and crawled, as I sought help, escaping my lips there was a moan. Yet the silent, floating shapes around me could not care any less, their expressions colder than stone.

    My mind surrendered, torn by painful memories, and the lights went out.
    The pain overwhelmed me, I could not open my mouth to force out a shout.
    Would it have been a shout for rescue? Or maybe a merciful bullet, like a bitter cold shard of ice, above the bridge of my nose and my weary eyes, right in the center of my forehead?

    But on that little space where I awaited a bullet, I instead felt a tender kiss...
    Was I dead, resting in the heavenly skies...?
    Was I waking from a nightmare, a picture of my own demise...?
    -A vivid figure of contrasting light, looking into...No, looking through my eyes, down into my rotting soul, layer after layer of lies...
    Deeper still traveled the resonance of her voice, slowly reviving an ashed passion, until my blood boiled hot red...An infernal flame that swallowed the roots of sickness and disease in my core...
    Love rushed through my veins like a drug, like a potent brew...I was drunk in love, a fool for love, yet sober, and conscious beyond the senses...


    ...I stood up, but she was gone. Bruised and battered, I ran after that vision of pure grace.
    I chased an echoing fantasy, waiting to hear the ambiance of that enchanting voice one more time...Nothing.
    I looked behind, and saw her face...A glowing moon rising above the pitch black of night, and I couldn't reach out for the stars where she lay, smiling, as she watched me, breaking my stubborn resolve, reassuring me, a whisper like a sweet summer breeze, that she will wait...

    And so I draw patience from that spring, that spring that cannot ,and will never be poisoned, as I wait like her, for the day when my love I will finally see, and leave behind my old ways, my sleepless nights, and my misery...