Black And White

Purpose in staring at another. Gaining so much from doing nothing; always building - strengthening. An unspoken and frightening relationship, bonds that ask to be broken and in hazy nights become dares and burdens to be shed. Yet still it persists, will this one end like the others...quickly and numbingly?

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While fortified with every night, the dares of instinct prove stronger than will, yet give way to to such after their fruition. Is this the imminent downward slope, has it always been so? A grinding, stuttering and stalling decent giving way to dead-falls in the dark. Will feels weaker now, an urge has awoken the fire within me, the hats...the spark. I'm an animal, there's no escaping it - yet this feeling, this situation so unnatural to me, I yearn to explore. To see my effect on another is fascinating and comforting at once.

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The fiend inside me took hold, at once I was free and rebellious  removed from other's feelings and any repercussions. Then it hit me, worse than anything had before - not till after I had fortified the horrible deed however, I was still overcome even after the realisation. This thought took time to wholly come to fruition and it bloomed in the riotous colour of...love? An act so horrible brought with it such a beautiful realisation, a realisation that it was almost the death of. Patched together, the bonds are stronger and soaked with emotion. What can coax out these tears? So long forgotten, to flow freely and with vigour. It can't truly be? The separation will break me.