• A narrative piece

    ~Crystal Light~

    Quote:

    ~*~

    "Two-Spirited."
    The words issued from my lips with a gentle conviction.
    You sit there silent, and I can see the storm of emotions that rage in your eyes.

    Pain, confusion, anger, fear.

    All weaving a most tumultuous web within the interval of a quasi-microsecond; each thread choking, inevitably castrating our once
    conceivable epoch.

    So many words to describe and define a thousand sentiments or more.
    I understand.



    Your beauty strikes awe in my heart

    How I yearn to reach out with this one shaking hand of mine, bridge this ineffable rift
    dividing you and I; to caress your cheek with more then
    the eyes that merely trace
    the exquisite features of your face; Familiarize touch to the slopes, curves, and line of lips, cheek, jaw, brow...
    Feel the warmth, texture, friction as my fingertips
    press, glide, and stroke your flesh beneath...

    & revulsion.
    I hate myself.
    I'm all too aware that I am the fiend,
    the cause of the hurt in that expression.
    -Breathe.
    Hesitate.-

    I cannot yet allow myself to drown. Crumble under the weight of anxious uncertainty.

    Pressure.
    The time has come for me to speak.
    Why then, can I not form the fanciful strings of meaning?