I cursed this place I called home. I hated everything thats become of it. I blamed everyone but myself, until you came along. A majestic white beast, howling at the moon. No one else could hold my gaze, full of hatred and contempt, but you did, and when I broke it, you ran. I Couldnt help but chase. I wanted to see what you hid behind those dutiful blue eyes. I wanted to understand how you could come to this place without being overcome by disgust. When I reached you, you were standing over the edge of the cliff before the woods, and as I caught your eye again, you jumped, without fear, without reluctance, free. It was only out of curiosity that I followed, not knowing where you would take me, but not caring nonetheless. During the fall I was afraid that I made a mistake, until I caught a glimpse of your resolute eyes again. Your landing was ever so graceful, whilst mine was riddled with doubt and weakness, but I couldnt let you go, not after I had come this far, so I chased none-the-less. I chased through the pain, I chased through the anguish, and as I ran, I forgot the feeling of pain and ran. The hunters attacked you, but their arrows couldnt strike true. You paid them no attention, I wish I was as fearless as you. At first I thought I attacked them to protect you, but it was only to protect myself, to protect my new play thing, my new source of joy. I caught your eye again, and still there was not a sign of doubt or contempt in those majestic blue eyes. When the winds blew, you danced with them, I know now that you were one with them, and that my anger and hatred pushed me against them. I treated them as my enemy, but the winds only wanted to help us through our journey. Our search for truth. When the fires danced below us, you moved forwards unstifled. But I danced for the fires, because I thought they were my friends. If only I knew to hold my pain and move forward, if only I know. When we reached Eden at the end of my journey, when you jumped to embrace me, I should have known, but as I instinctively tore your throat, as my eyes streamed tears of blood, I should have known. I should have known that you werent the one to fear. The realization dawned as your ashes marked my body with beautiful roses and dangerous thorns. You werent the one to fear, I was.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 12:30:19 +0000
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