A whisper pierces the night from beyond the corner of the room. It’s the rusty whisper, or sigh, of sadness… like a fleeting memory of a happy and beneficial friendship now buried in the sand of past time and marked as nothing more than a communal grave… a mass burial ground for all of the friends and lovers that I lost by being too friendly or not friendly enough. The love for another human being which took flight upon the wind, burnt, and fell to the floor as ash and nothing more, only for hatred and intolerance for others to rise like the proverbial phoenix… love’s embers merely relics of the past. Cause and effect. Love and pain are synonymous. For, to love is to swallow pain as a fire eater swallows flame. To give freedom is to show ultimate love and is the key to reciprocal love, and yet the natural urge is to protect… to fear the loss of all that is so dear.
