Sunday, August 11, 2013
I remember soaring the skies of eternal love with "her" at my side. The indescribable feeling of being ONE with another. The intoxication, yet complete awareness, of love. And then the falling. The falling. The falling. The plummet from light to darkness. The pain. The barren eternity of missing her. The torment of the soul. The agony of feeling incomplete. The questions, "Was it me? Was it her?" The temporary madness of self introspection and self destruction of sanity. The screams. The dreams. The loss of focus. And after all humanness has been burned away, the purity of the soul remains and we remember that we are more than flesh. We are spirit.