The "fools"... the ones who believe and live for that one love. The one prison that is impossible to get enough of. When that first touch of skin occurs, that gentle and addicting grasp or grazing of her hand with his own, and that since of perfection in everything about the other sets in; and the passion is the only thing they wish to do but still hold back for the sake of fear. Gripping tight on the mans soul and heart. Not only for his own soul but for hers as well. With every beat of his heart he hungers to hold her and bring her unto a light untold of, a since of peace and comfort only foretold of in history book and myths of heaven. And yet this feeling is possible on earth. This peace that we all speak of is possible; we just don’t want to experience it. Because we are a race bred for war and conflict. Weather it be small like a joke conflict. or it may be more severe, it may be a fight, abuse to a young spouse, or the forced and imposed plusher onto one that dose not desire it. Still the hunger thrives in the soul and heart that is not broken or shattered in this act. It is so simple to profess peace and love when the fight is over 6000 miles away and all we see is the death of another solider, or the barren and untouched areas of that country because of the strain all ready placed on the men and women fighting for freedom, and they dare beg for peace. When the vary blood that has been spilt on this land has been drunken up with out change. For water is water and the little specks found in blood do little to quench the thirst the sun imposes upon this land. And still we quarrel over the petty and pathetic claims for this war. Resources are nothing, for if our influences are spread how much stronger of an ally will we have once that is completed?
 morti_cacciatore · Sat Dec 15, 2007 @ 09:47pm · 2 Comments |
