I don't know where I'm going with this...I might turn it into something slightly bigger... I don't know if you'll get a second piece. Anyway...Enjoy.
--Compromises of Mind--
There she stood mere inches away, staring at me as if she'd done nothing unethical. My befuddled paramour thought she had me deluded. She was false in her assumption. For only so long could one individual bare having their soul hauled though the loam before pain bid them lapse of patience and self-discipline.
The maniacal female had the audacity to simper, and in a moment have her soft fingers caressing my flushed cheek. The notion for me to halt her feathery stroke went forlorn as she gazed at me with an expression of what I believed was feigned amour.
Another opportunity was what she stood before me entreating for as of current. A contingency I was hesitant to give. I'd detached myself for the good of my mentality and she yearned for me.
I set forth on my journey home, moving away from her signs of affection. Parting would allot me time to ruminate. I sought to know if this was right for either of us.
Was I only to be mocked? Was I not worthy of her whole? When would this tug-of-war between comrade and significant other end?
My seraph accompanied me to this worlds highest peek as I made my way back toward the path that would lead me to my celestial thrown. we'd met on middle ground. No immortal of the nether region was welcome beyond the gates of my home, as was I not welcome passed hers.
I'd danced with this divine being before and no longer would this burlesque dance of death continue. She'd had her opportunity, her moment of glory. I have had enough of my mischievous sprite’s emotionally strenuous play. At the moment no words of apology would be of acceptance, no pledges of faithfulness would do her good, not even the bearing of soul would bring her near my heart again, for I was hopefully done with such folly.
Mother Nature advised I take great heed. She knew, as did I, that true adulation could not be stopped. I feel disoriented. The results of not taking faith and listening to my mothers word of caution were evident. As a goddess, a creator of life, I should never make haste with the compromises of heart.
I look into this deity’s eyes and wonder why such ridiculousness drives me. My bosom throbs for this being bore from darkness, it's longing not dwindled by the conclusions of mind.
Mother Nature and Father Time have again out done themselves with our creation. Allowing us to have such a complex compound of emotions to lead us on conflicting paths of preposterousness. If only they'd constructed a detailed manual in case we got stuck, maybe then would these decision to continue to forward on such a long expedition.
Now we stand on the road to my throne.
She captures my hand within hers and turns me to stare at her. What I saw in her eyes bewildered me. Frozen I stood reading her carefully.
I now had a choice…It was her turn to speak.
Yossarian "Wrath" Playful
- 16 years, 2 months, 24 days ago
