Fiction Part Two

It was like a rebirth, she felt like a whole new different person. It can't be real, she still thought, when only some time ago, not too long back, she knew that her compassion had died.

But she could feel it flowing back into her veins, slowly, but surely, growing stronger and stronger each day.

High Priestess! Should she trust her intuition this time? Thinking about it makes her sick to the stomach. Are her guts trying to tell her something good or otherwise?

Her companion, seemingly perfect, perfectly affectionate. She wants, she needs...

She is cursed with love.

Fiction

as the clouds turned grey, she turned frantic. she wanted to help, she wanted it to go away, for it happened because of her. even though it wasn't her fault, she didn't know it, didn't accept it.

luckily she is one with a brilliant mind; the problem was resolved.

so off they go, into the pouring rain, her companion presented to all who mattered. a major part of her life has been exposed; a life that she wanted to share.

she was elated, the shack served as a great place for a mind-fucking session.

intoxication wasn't necessary.

so she thought, is it love, or just a curse?

you, the one who talks much,
why are you so obsessed with me?

Implosions

Greedy.
Materialistic.
Selfish.
I am imploding
and I shall succumb.


It can never be real,
nor eternal,
but why do I feel,
and can't seal it, subtle.


Why do you seek,
when you know i will destroy.
why do you stay,
when you know it will end up in a fray?


Hope, why do we trust her?
when our desires will only lead us further,
apart,
i am torn up.


WE are never.
NEVER will we.