Clarke815
Like most romances, ours was a slow burn. I couldn't tell you exactly where it begun, because it seems as if all the time that we were alive, it was in the making. I guess you could say the beginning of us began with our birth.
I am a channel
I am a vein
I am a room
I am a domain
I'm only a piece of a puzzle
through which anything flows
The quilt itself was not anything particularly eye-catching. It was the quilter. Watching her craft the thing with so much care, as if it were a child. The woman's eyes were dark, her countanance shaded. I loved nothing more on saturday evenings than to watch the old dying woman pour her soul into a peice of lifless fabric. It's not that I'm in love with death, but the way she weaves her soul into it, that is what I am in love with.
Fasting was never easy. I hated it. It was stupid and self destructive, and what did I gain from it? Nothing. So one day, during a 10 day fast, I decided to run away. Fast.
a tornado.
That's what she was.
She hit me like a storm I couldn't dream of controlling
She was a force of nature
And I loved her
I was doomed to love her