The pain increased. Penetrating…throbbing... Aching my psyche held firmly in lucid dreams. So intertwined was I with the intensity of your love. Distinct is its flavor and Spicy is its smell. I cannot escape leaning over the edge of this glittering, deadly precipice. And truth be told, I really didn’t want to. The fear of falling truly didn’t make a difference in my mind. For the piercing, detonating bomb of your love that was still resonated inside me hurt too much to ignore. Yet to which I refused to escape.
