Enticed to the Glade by stories of others,
by loud hopes,
by vocal dreams,
by secretive fears,
I gingerly stepped into that world, so full of those fears I refused to recognized.
...Silence....
Even though I masterfully masked my....."misgivings".....with fake excitement, lack of desire, and downright lies, the introduction was made to the dual realities, those dependent extremes, Love and Hate.
So, I had truth and falsehood served to me on the same silver spoon.
And that was the absolute essence of bitter-sweet.
"Love and Hate...."
...Silence....
Even though I masterfully masked my....."misgivings".....with fake excitement, lack of desire, and downright lies, the introduction was made to the dual realities, those dependent extremes, Love and Hate.
So, I had truth and falsehood served to me on the same silver spoon.
And that was the absolute essence of bitter-sweet.
"Love and Hate...."
I smirked defiantly to myself.
"Both? Concurrently?"
I laughed nervously.
"Nonsense."
Why? And more importantly, How?
"Abrupt alterations to affixed emotions?" Unlikely since I refrain from such petty indulgences.
"Possible personification of multiple personalities?" Simply impossible.
"An unhealthy, perhaps detrimental openness to both?" Ha!
"An almost inhuman absence of either?"..............
This last scenario of my pitiful silent monologue had found a voice that broke the sick silence lurking on the outskirts of my ever-wandering mind.
Even more frightening then this vocal
publication was the realization that this sweet bile had not escaped my cliched teeth or taught lips.
"Abrupt alterations to affixed emotions?" Unlikely since I refrain from such petty indulgences.
"Possible personification of multiple personalities?" Simply impossible.
"An unhealthy, perhaps detrimental openness to both?" Ha!
"An almost inhuman absence of either?"..............
This last scenario of my pitiful silent monologue had found a voice that broke the sick silence lurking on the outskirts of my ever-wandering mind.
Even more frightening then this vocal
publication was the realization that this sweet bile had not escaped my cliched teeth or taught lips.
"No," I screamed silently.
"Not from mine......"
And in that moment, I felt it.
Once upon a time, the possession of of the knowledge of Good and Evil had doomed humanity outright, and now that her sister, the knowledge of Philia and Miseo had been violently conceived in me, I too was hopelessly doomed....
.......or so I thought.
Slowly, I sensed I was losing control and I was becoming enamored with the thought of it.
"Enamored?!"
Completely startled, I sprang back into the protection of the surrounding wood, back into the safe embrace of Blissful Detatchedness, burying my face in her loveless hands while apologizing for daring to harbor such blasphemous thoughts.
Completely startled, I sprang back into the protection of the surrounding wood, back into the safe embrace of Blissful Detatchedness, burying my face in her loveless hands while apologizing for daring to harbor such blasphemous thoughts.
How could I have left her?! Her!
The one who showed me the
consequences of that permeating sickness that is Emotion, the one who taught me that the only defense against such rank things as Love and Hate is the refusal to allow that singular poisonous element to invade and, in essence, completely infect one's existence with its incurable toxin:
Passion.
consequences of that permeating sickness that is Emotion, the one who taught me that the only defense against such rank things as Love and Hate is the refusal to allow that singular poisonous element to invade and, in essence, completely infect one's existence with its incurable toxin:
Passion.
So, the silver spoon has sharp teeth.
