Satisfaction.

Located where walls tumble to the ground.

Felt only when risks flow freely.

Trust pounds in sync with the heart.

Every piece falls into place.

Touch fluctuates every nerve.

Walking atop the clouds, where raindrops dream to fly.

Thoughts clear and the thunder rolls.

Contradictions make sense, like clusters smoothing upon the pavement.

Damp becomes dry, and dry feels the refreshment of moisture.

The bitter taste of sweet sugar gliding across tongues.

No pain.

Utterly impossible.

While you were sleeping...

Do you believe at love at first sight? Yeah, I bet you don't, you're probably too sensible for that.

Well, have you like... have you ever seen somebody... and you knew that if only that person really knew you... That they would, well of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that you are the one that they would want to just grow old with...

Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to?

As she sits quietly on the grass she gazes up at the stars. The melody of soft butterflies rolls through her ears with serene temper. The Sun glares down on her mind, creating darkened lights among the leaves. Never has so smooth a movement glided through the tunnels of thought. Now, as she glides her way towards another day her dreams drift along a Path. Narrow is the way and gleaming is the brand new day. Petals stomp the glimmering prance of water on the still pond. Geese mock the air with laughter in their own language. As her fingers warm she sees the connection made to passion, yearning for the faith to try again.

You know, I really don't know...

A tensing throughout the core creates some sort of moisture where vision is received.

Red liquid pores from the outer protection of the embodied figure.

Aching, tossing, thrashing the tangled knots in stiff contractions.

A crack of relief causes release of the tight horror of entrapment.

The creature lying within is released like a work of fire, flailing two and fro to catch the glimpse of happiness.

A light brighter than day expounds from the nonexistence of darkness, that brings the new mind home.

To Contradict is to Live

The eyes are a peculiar thing. You never really stop to think that you are looking out of them. It is just assumed that you will be able to see. Have you ever stopped to think what it would be like to not be able to see? Sitting in complete darkness, missing the things that were sensed before but neglected. Is it possible that you would see even more than before? Prejudice would be gone, doubt would decrease, and the ability to feel more passionately would increase.

Every other sense would evolve to a different level. You would become more in tune with your self, with your being altogether. Music would be played with resound, dancing would flow off every nerve as if the air were flying across your skin, and love... Ah love... Love would shoot threw the roof on wings. There would be no filter to hold back the immense feeling of love you had towards another being. No presupposed factor that love should be hidden in order to protect pride. You would have never witnessed the abuse of love with your eyes, therefore you do not suppose that anything should be done but love another. No doubt would cross your mind when it came to settling with the right decision that points you in the right direction. Faith would simply be livelihood, not just a virtue.

Sight impairs many things that can be but aren't. It has healed as much as harmed. Contradictions exist to create the world we live in, nothing would exist without its opposite. You need unhappiness in order to feel that true joy is real, breathing makes it possible to understand death and it is heartbreaking to have to understand that there is hate in the world so that love can be.

Heaven

Never has man stepped here from Earth

Conjured love and potential healing cannot match
Bleeding hearts yearn to feel the light
Confused little ones scramble for the succor
Of youth! Dear youth! Innocence must not cease

When blind souls lose direction
Glorious day meets its disturbing night
Wonder of these lost souls fills the woods
A dark place where demons rarely prod
We wait, and oh the patience grows dim