A true love story. The Alien and The Butterfly kept apart by borders and dreams. Her memories of their once shared magical moments remain like a stain no scrubbing or bleach can remove. Passion, inspiration, further uncommon carnal knowledge, infatuation, addiction..
Imagine a world where time was not measured by seconds or hours, but the order of occasion followed an intrinsic design drawn by the hand of her heart! Like joining the dots or painting by numbers, unaware of her predestined arrival and carried by the wind of desire, his breathe - the magnet, the particles her figure own, the ions. Their eyes would lock upon her completed travels, never to gaze on a more hypnotic creature, mesmerised by his mere existence.
“I curse the stars for placing your face on my path, only to revoke it and keep it away! An unforgettable face. A face my hands ache to caress. A face I want to kiss until we tire in exhaustion.” The only face that visits her dreams.
Feeling abnormal amounts of deprivation she shivers to scream in agony. Instead, she pauses her pain and abandons her voice, succumbing to the triumph of common sense and resisting the battle of logic verse love.
Being with him is being struck by lightning. One thousand volts of electricity surge through blue veins igniting an everlasting fire. Seduced in vast bewilderment, he holds her delicate, all encompassing essence in his hands. So vulnerable and weak, in trance-like obedience... in the presence of The Alien, The Butterfly surrenders. A Prince of the Night Sky, reminding her she’s lucky to be alive. She ponders how many strikes her fragile organ can survive and anxiously anticipates the rare yet natural phenomenon, begging it to shock her once more!
Petrified, crippled by fear. She’s never felt so much fear. Fear of the answers to her insurmountable questions. Hesitant to ask them, she tells herself not to. She cannot assume. Stuck, lost, she’s frozen by the sound of confusion. A song that haunts every waking hour. A yearning for clarity, deaf to the tones of what’s true.
The realm she envisions, her only reprieve.
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