@bloghomework @rambo @lyxzen @missy I'm gonna tell you guys a love story.
There once was a man, who loved the world. The beauty, and magnificence seeped through every pore of his being. The sights, and sounds around him, played a gorgeous orchestra to all of his senses. But he knew, his only part in this play was to see, and never be.
He was broken from life, but never tarnished. Never knowing personal happiness, only the joy that came from watching the happiness of others. Possessing a hardened outer shell, that was content on never being opened. His heart hurt, but the man was convinced pain built character. Pain would etch a sculpture, that would chisel flesh, into marble in the end.
Marble that could never be shattered by the elements. A heart that could never be broken. A heart protected by barbed wire, ice, and character. Safety, solace, comfort. Never warmth. Warmth in life would be asking too much. The man found warmth in punishment. Cold words. And obedience. Sculpted by the thorns. Formed by fire. Cradled by the storm. What kind of world could offer this type of happiness. Then she came along.
She was someone that could break the man, in the best way possible. Tear away his armor, and punish the soft flesh within. Nights spent crawling on his knees, and licking boots. Meditation through glorious floggings. Heaven found in each beautiful, leather stroke. Followed by nights of sweat laced embrace. Where the sun swallowed the moon, only ending through exhaustion. To commence again, when the sun fell behind the clouds. "This could never last," the man thought. Such ecstasy, is only embittered by its inevitable end.
Temporary happiness. Followed by numb, stretching years of loneliness. Better to have loved than lost. Words that build character. A marbel effigy. Sitting silently, staring at a beautiful world.
