HANDS-OF-DESTINY

What ever happened to a love which surmounts the tangible world? not possessing of weight but much gravity. not possessing of volume but much depth. not possessing of sight but much vision. not obsessing in flesh despite the pleasures it may bestow us, repeating, like the ever-regenerating petals of an eternal rose- shedding only to give rise to fresh beauty. a love that sends the stone around the flame for as long as it truly exists. perpetual motion, perfect imperfection to discover the fountain of godhood within the delicate heart of one who breathes the air of equality, humanity, mortality. the euphoria of experiencing ev

        The first thing that Asashi became aware of was the jarring of the cold, hard floor against her side. She opened her eyes– and immediately snapped them shut against the harsh light shining through the bars in front of her. Warily, she cracked one eye slightly and crept forward towards the bars. She groaned faintly as her stiff muscles stretched.  She could now see around the light into the blurry landscape flashing by far faster than she could have ever run. How had she gotten here? Only a few hours ago– it had to have been hours, it couldn't have been that much longer– she was safe and content in the camp…  

To You, Love is blind and now I see we were always never meant to be. Nothing left of you and me just give up, just let it be I shall never let you go this, by now, you surely know. True love is wrong, or so I'm told yet without it what joy could this world ever hold? I shan't know soon for I don't know now - someday I shall though I know not how How I long for those days so carefree and gay, when all we wished to do was play. And never gave thought to destiny, fate - when there was no lightening at my garden gate. We both shall learn to say goodbye and then our lives become a lie: a myth, a legend, forgotten and lost a memory, a dream,