Archetypes Unknown
He is the first man who has roused such passionate imaginings, steeping me in fantasy his image taking on many shapes, a nebulous twisting, curling- fluidly dancing on the brim of my mind haunting the thoughts I keep safe in my secrecy.
We never communicate in words finding form a superficial nuisance instead drawn to the conversations which waft through the murky depths of the subconscious our eyes resistant, yet compelled to bind in union, revealing vulnerable truths that our fears fail to mask
In the first moments of meeting there was a raw understanding an unspoken connection which walks heavy on the plains, digging deeper than primal cognizance an unnerving chemistry that tears the barriers between illusion and reality A continual fog drifting between us beautiful and elusive He remains a perpetual apparition that does not conform to definition or systems a residing mystery in my dreams I simultaneously crave and fear this loss of control as he dances on the brim of archetypes unknown..
-S.A, April 25, 2014
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