Psychic Union

It took me a long time to actually see that my fires, strong as they are, are running out of fuel. My heart, even as it beats, is weakening. Without a cause to fight for, we Ariens are nothing but empty shells. And then, like a ray of sunshine on a stormy morning, her beauty struck me, leaving me bewildered for a few long months. Once the confusion cleared, there was only one path ahead for me. And that is to love this flighty creature of the airy Heavens, to journey through life with only one person by my side. The rest may fade and die, but as long as we have each other, we are complete. We fit, so much so that everyone from our parents to our friends to our colleagues have assumed that we're a couple long before the fires of love were kindled between us. Four nights ago, we sat on my couch with a bottle of wine and two fragile hearts exposed, vulnerabilities and eagerness laid bare. Now that we have decided to twine our lives just a little bit more, it frightens me, yet thrills me the way only someone who's gotten through the burning gates of my heart can. But my fears melt away in the light of our hearts' glow, when I hold her in my arms as the sun peeks over the edge of the world, and for that one moment, we are alone in the world. It feels so new, and yet beautiful to finally acknowledge what everyone else already knew: that we were meant to be. And so, I dedicate this post and the rest of my life to the person who has my heart in the palm of her hand. Yushaa S, I love you. May our union bring you as much joy and peace as it has for me, because you are the missing piece in my life. And you have completed me.

Dark Rage

I am on a downward spiral. I won't last long here, never could stay long here where the memories are toxic to my soul. Finally gained some measure of immunity from his twisted touch. My body is breaking down along with my mind. My emotions, once tightly leashed are no longer reined.I will live on the streets, the open road will be my home and maybe, maybe my heart will be at peace once more. I don't want to live the rest of my life shackled, so I'm breaking free. My lungs and throat are on fire, mirroring the heat radiating from my body. When the time comes, I will fly away from this open air cage where my father holds court, away from his dark influence. I will rot and die on my own terms. This is my challenge to you, Azrael, the angel I like the least. Hunt me down in the Hell of my own making, and free me from the chains of life, before I corrupt those around me. The Night winds are humming my name. Soon. Very soon, I will be out there in the folds of Night, finally free.