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He wakes from dreaming and places his feet on the wool floor. He polishes himself off, twists the knob on the door and makes his way outside. The sky is very clear, the air very fresh but he reminds himself that this is just another one of those days. What seemed like 'perfect' was normal to him and what he found terrifying was what was deemed 'normal'. The inherent cynicism in him was never made evident to anybody, he was just an all loving, caring human entity which just went on his daily life. He laughed off peculiarities and smiled at strangers and yet a glimmer of himself was always evident in his eyes. A cheeky silence just broke through and very few people pinpointed that. It was interesting to say the least but he laughed it all off, oh he laughed it off. He still laughs it off, and with good reason

Solemnity

Because the truth is, I want to make you feel beautiful. Make you feel like you are the only living entity on this planet that truly matters to me. Make you feel like the only body that I want to hold in my arms, the only head of hair I want to caress and the only set of lips I want to kiss.

But I also want you to believe me, believe me when I say these things. Believe me when I tell you that you brighten the earth or that you are a living manifest of the moonlight. But you are more than that. You are the fury of the sun and as deep as the oceans. You are the first raindrop falling from the sky, you are the rainbow when the storm ends. You are the first breath of air when I wake up in the morning and wipe my eyes. You are encompassing, horrifying and yet beautiful... Oh so beautiful. So please dear, believe me. Believe me when I say these things because I love you. Please, believe me.

He stared at the screen with the compulsion to rip anothers throat out while they were still conscious. Angry. It's all it made him. He could speak no words; nothing could describe the state he was in, a mental fury, a complete and utter rage of the mind.

Erase

"It's because you irritate me! All of this bullshit just irritates me. I read it here, I read it there, I read it everywhere and it's just so aversive. I want to avoid it like the plague but it never ever goes"

"Then the answer is simple, erase and repeat"

"But it's difficult"

"I know."

Infatuation

It was just one glance, that was all I had to see. Not a name, not a face, but that figure walked by and disappeared in a flash. That beautiful green skirt flourished through the gloomy weather and captivated my sights as well as my mind. The hair, somewhat familiar pierced my soul and took it away from me yet I did not see her face. As the sun reveals itself at this current moment, the image of this stranger, this culmination of my desires dissipates slowly. A reminder. This wretch clinging onto the false hope that one day I may see her face.

Distress

"But this is poison, don't you realise? It's going to eat you from the insides, tear you apart and corrode your soul" said he. "And you will lose everything, absolutely EVERYTHING".

"But... But... But..." she replied.

"NO. Why do you think, why in the world do you think that this is something that you want, something that you desire, something that you need when clearly all it is doing to you is driving you up the wall? Why do you even do this to yourself? Some kind of sick masochism in which whips and chains are replaced with words and items?"

"You don't understand..."

"Oh but I don't. That is my point, that's my thing.  That there is no point, because no sane person sees that point at all. Now get away from me." he said angrily.

Little footsteps walked away as the master stared back into the open, sighing as he enjoyed the blissful sunlight that entered the room. He wondered and pondered and beat his head against a wall. Repeatedly.