Willoan (Continued)

And the dream of desire did Willoan dream. Once he sat, awake in the darkest hours of night, wondering what it was like to yearn. to yearn for a person, a thing and emotion. Wondering and not feeling. Only imagining what it would be like to feel the dark wind of desire upon his being .. until the day that he was cursed.

Walking by a glade he heard a tingle. A soft murmur he mistook for the wind at first. But soon his being was aware that this sensation was far more than any he had felt before. It was a shiver riding through his body, a sensation wilder and stronger than any he had ever felt. He moved through the glades like a being possessed. A man at his wits end, searching frantically for the essence that had ensnared his mind. Searching for the one who would set him free. For he knew it was more than a mere thing. It was more.
More than he had known and more than he could fathom.
He moved through the grass, dancing to the tunes of the winds till they led him to the deepest depth of the wilderness and revealed to him the knowledge they had for so long kept preserved. Waiting for him of pure mind. Waiting for a heart that could capture it, waiting for the beat that would match its passion, waiting for the soul that would stir at its calling. And He was here. Here to feel its majesty, here to respond to its call. The trees might now know to what they had called, the darkness did not know what it had enveloped, the birds did not know to what they sang, but He knew. For he was in love.
A dark message it certainly was, a road wrought with fear, passion and pain. One destined to send those of a weak heart running for the familiarity of loneliness, for the weariness of an existence devoid of love.
But Willoan was smitten. He knew the pain was but a risk, a price for a gift life had bestowed upon him. Love was his to call and her's to answer. Even if she was never his, his emotions could not be denied. They, for truth, were there, an absolute in no ones powers to deny. He may suffer, he may wilt in pain but now he knew of an existence far higher than any he could have have imagined. He wished for her but the existence of this love was more than enough to dignify his existence.
He was in love, and that is all that mattered.

Suppose your arm is numbed and then cut. You can see the hand crippled, your bones ragged ends jutting out .. your feet lie stained in small pools of blood you can see flies sitting on the heart of the wound ... little pieces of flesh falling down from the rotting ends.. but you simply don't feel the pain that you should be searing through what was once your arm.

Next imagine your sitting in the room next door but not numbed. You can see the little axe kept near the door that the man in the black mask will soon wield, but you do not know what he will do to you. Something is bound to happen, the gleam of the blade tells no lies. You could live, die or be crippled. But maybe tonight or tomorrow or some day when you just wake up from a sweet dream shouting as the pain rips you apart. But sometime later the pain will fade and you will be able to feel what is left of your body.

Which is worse?

Watching your friend get hurt or waiting to be hurt yourself.

I pray i never find out.

Sighing a melody that even i cant define

walking down a pathway that i wont tonight

its like a dream meets a nightmare

like a spirt floating down

a mystery of the obvious

pains of pleasure abound

when the mind is so numbed

that every pain seeps too deep

when you can feel your heart beating

but not the blood in your feet

when you sit down to swallow

the gulp of air you couldnt breathe

oh its the darkest of days

in the clearest of nights

dream, wont you dream

another terror for me

dream wont you dream

another mystery to be

when the pain is so sharp

that being numb is all you care

when the suffocating chimes

of the distant lands roar

all your mind is a sanctum

for all the beast in your head

when screaming is the only

thing that saves your mind

scream another dream for me

wont you scream again for me

Pain is an elixir as much as it is a poison.

Someday it will make you feel like your life has been the same drag for an eternity and the next it will make you fall in a new hell you never knew existed.

Its a pill you hate to swallow but life jostles it down your throat anyway.

Its a drug you want to quit but your not aware of a life without.

Its a sorrow at times too shallow to hide yet usually deep enough to hurt.

Its the darkness of the night that swallows you whole yet has a moon shining to make you think you can see your path.