chains only beget the response. my question is, how many do you care to own? we are born animals, and taught we are not everyday. have you ever seen something wild not happy, unless it is dead? i never have.

it didn’t matter, except it did. the only thing i could trust was the cold metal i had, lusting for destruction. you can’t lose something that you don’t have, so my life was suspect. but, i got you, and forever in trade.

Saline solutions were always temporary, but bouyancy was not. The devil I danced with did not play. So far down. Warm one day, and not the next. She said, I can have you. I replied, same. Imagine that.

Silence so thick you cannot see. And, what is clear is the opacity of the reflection. Laughter ensuing beguiles me. Fill my belly with wisdom, and my soul with you. Wicked little thing, it does not matter why. Please.

Death is a factor in everyone’s life. And, beautiful is something else.

Walls. The will to forgive is a gift. The alternative is evil.

A lot of water, and the blackness penciled by stars.

When I saw you last, that was fun. You asked me a question in the dark. The answer is yes. Why would it be otherwise?

What are monsters afraid of? Do they fear anything?

I know. The precious light of day, the silence of the enemy, the peace that comes with death.

Trust me friend. Forever is a long time.

 

The sun raging in the sky, animals in the woods, mud, and you.