An Experience not Sought After

An Experience Not Sought After

In the days of ash and nothingness she paints the world with
Pastel colors. To brush a smile and splatter a hug is the least of her
fulfillment. With the natural instinct of a leader and the touch of
mother nature.

  So why then I so unmistakeably challenged that ways of the Empress?
The food, the protection, the reassurance and comfort of
catching our fallen tears,Then...Then I ran. I ran from the only
bond who provides me with warmth. And I hid...I hid
to find some kind of cold embrace in the clouds of my own thoughts.

  And it was that icicle that I so unmistakably challenged
myself to ignore this self-inflected wound. Now it lays patched
with as little bondage as a band-aid. Yet I still play in the sandbox
of friendship the bond a bit weaker from its previous sate. We still
climb mountains and lay on the clouds. We dive into the oceans
and I'll pretend to find pleasure but I fear the dark
depths that once teetered our formation and slices the tread
of friendship.

Phongo94Xapa
3/27/12