He is like a firefly in the night, dancing intricate patterns across the silhouettes my mind occasionally and inadvertently weaves out of spite. Making the silk moonlight seem dim, he is a nightlight tearing up my marred perception of reality. Forlorn silences are shattered one by one by the strangled yet eloquent truths he utters — there is a daybreak, a deep rumbling in my heart that makes me tremble slightly, even to this day. Weary with curiosity and a strange yearning, I emerge from the rubble, no longer guarded. The four walls - that fickle castle and throne I’d surrounded myself with - lay in ruins, pointed shards and home to lurking creatures. But now, he is my protection. Oh, how he has abruptly dismembered my wicked world.
June 17, 2010