Love is the most successful tormentor, for even those who succeed within it, are tormented to belong to it. When a relationship fails, it is humans who have failed, not love. We are attached to love, giving into the torment, because flesh is more vulnerable…
Alessio recalls a woman, a time when guilt was not a thing to be considered, when intimacy struck a chord in both minds, both hearts. He lifted a hand to be placed on her thigh, and then pawed a soft stroke across it. Like a…
Love is the element, the emotion, that relieves the oppressed mind from fear. True love, for true oppression, is the relief. For what is meant by “true”, is to never compare such things to the word “illusion”. For Alessio, nothing is realer than the feeling,…
Memories are there for the mind to soak itself, in waters so murky or translucent, that feelings will continue to haunt and create sensations for the body to feel. Alessio is feeling upon this day the pain of hardness. Though, it is in a meditative…
Memories are there for the mind to soak itself, in waters so murky or translucent, that feelings will continue to haunt and create sensations for the body to feel. Alessio is feeling upon this day the pain of hardness. Though, it is in a meditative…
Love is the most important universe for the star. For the simplest sake of finding himself least important, least to be recognized as weak, a man will, or should, send himself into a whirlwind to protect the endangered. For love’s sake, beauty is contented to…
Frenchman, and a hardened veteran to a life of loss, as each thing lost had always been familial to him. His mother, drowned. His father, dead by his own hand. There comes to this Frenchman, a lesson learned in love, through the eyes of a…
Love is radiation. Intended to spread its presence over those trusting of it. What do we have of love, other than simple belief? We believe in love to do the right thing. It is never expected to manipulate, and then ask for something in return.…
She has controlled her beauty with evenness. Symmetry within every detail, and symmetry, especially among her smile. I have asked myself a question, if love would be the thing to hold her hand, or perhaps I have, as a flawed man, all the while. I…
Oh, realm of the wicked, where dreams drop from hands like droppings from the bottom of a bird; there is much admiration to stick upon beauty to admire; why withhold what should be offered? Love will lift it, beyond the realm of Men, where flesh…
