Man of Light

Sometimes we have to do things for our own reasons 
                   just to silence the voices when they're screaming....


It's an unpredictable plot twist. The main character side steps her own story line. The pages are turning but the white out is in hand. Maybe this chapter won't make the book? Who would believe it?

I've found solace in another who has a beautiful soul. I want to dive into his head and know what's that like. Does it bring him peace? Is it everything I thought it would be? Not wanting to be the scientist and he my guinea pig I question the health in such a relationship. A friendship. I've found compatibility in those who have fallen into the dark but what of this man who stands in the light? A friend forever? A passing hype? Unable to identify my emotions correctly I passed through the boundaries that'll effect any ability to have real depth to our friendship. A selfish act. But it occurred to me suddenly that this could all be a myth and only meant to be a passing fancy. That I was written  into his story. A small roll with the true stories protagonist. 

But oh how the senses dance madly at his presence and for his words. He taste like ambrosia laced grapes, feels like fine leather, looks like a dream I once had and sounds like pleasant memories that make you smile. How I could fall deeply in adoration for such a man. If my character was from another story than my own. 

Another time, another world...or so they say.

I drank the kool-aid. Did what so many women do. Demoralize acts of pleasure just in hopes to make it to the next chapter. Make my character worth keeping. Or maybe to take advantage of what little time we have in eachother's stories.