Light scratches on right stanchion that are only surface
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
memoirs
Chapter 1 (or prologue) “The Love”
We met at a young age.
I was innocent and drawn to her. She was new, exciting, enticing. I found joy
and escape in her embrace and together I felt unstoppable, whole, more than
human. Over the years we grew close, we drifted apart, we fought like bitter
enemies and loved as the desert loves the rain.
She became my
strongest lover, my fondest mistress and my fiercest dominatrix. She would lift
me up and drop me down. She brought tears of joy and pain to my eyes and soul. She
taught me the meaning of real love, a love more than the physical. A love that opened
my eyes to nature, to the universe. She taught me the meaning of desire, pain,
and what it truly means to loose as well as morn.
She taught me that
life is precious and fleeting, that every moment and every breath could be our
last. She made me bled, she broke my bones; she broke my heart and tore at my
soul. She introduced me to my best friends and taught me to not trust them; she
was cold, calculated and hard but filled me with the joy of a new day, a new
sunrise, a new beginning. She showed me the world and offered it to me whole-heartedly.
She taught me the use
of tools, of materials and how to make her beautiful, flawless. Perfect. She
was my drug, my liquor and I yearned for her, went homeless for her, I gave her
all that is me. She saved my life, picked me up out of the dark with a gentle
hand, a whisper of hope and a touch of love when no other was there. She
returned to me what I gave her: life.
She was my greatest
love, my closest, longest mistress, my deepest passion, my best friend my
creator and my murderer. I will
always love her.