Stories of a Forgotten Love

third spectrum/ a short story
He sacrifices the substance of tomorrow, upon the alter of the present moment... he puts aside the ways of life in which he always followed...he severed the principles that kept him upright... his cares were no longer for himself alone... for now, his life is now being lived in accordance, for the love of another... He is now ready to surrender his essence... But is he truly aware of what it is, he is fore fitting?...Does he know why he ready to give?... And what of the recipient?...does she have the slightest idea of what it is she wishes?...is she equally ready to surrender her light?... Is this en devour strong enough to last?... On what foundation is this union built?...

He knows the flames of desire alone are not built for endurance... He knows that she is content with how things are... He is aware of her stature. He see's that their direction will eventually come to a fork in the road... though the fire of their desire is enough to engulf nations, it is only desire... He perceives the flames extinguishing one another... swallowing every parcel till there is nothing left to burn from...He dreams of where he wants to be... To become is the path he walks...To be is his fate... but for the love of her, he surrenders his becoming, and fallen to the presurface of contempt... He fells the air violently swarming his body as he falls from grace... Willingly... He relinquishes his way... For her happiness is all he is concerned with...

He no longer cares for his light... Her love is the only object in which he is riding out to conquer... To be the victor of her heart consumes his all in all...He had become possessed... obsessed with a mission to please, and apeas her every need...though their end was inevitable... He had fooled himself into believing it was not so...where did all of his reasoning go?...he was lost in her touch... He was captive to her waters which allowed his soft caressing flow with her...She had given him something he could claim for his own till life passes... It felt so marvelous to him... sensing it, touching it, caressing it, becoming one wit it... He was drowning in her currents, and glorifying every moment of death that approached him... he welcomed his demise with open arms... tumbling... turning... twisting every which way... He had become her plaything... He was conscious of this until he had lost consciousness with himself...He was trapped in a ocean of lust, and sensuality. An abyss is what he descended to... He was no longer in control of himself, no longer could he make conscious decisions... Her waters had consumed him in totality... Surrounding him, Stifling him, Slaying him... Only his cadaver remained there... Time had passed and by a blessing a remnant of himself had survived the ordeal... a long lost most ancient part of himself had endured... the voice... which had been there guiding him, vanished, but returned to him once more...

Consciousness... Awareness... these thing had returned to to his emptied body... the way had became open to him once more... the light of truth, had finally come to resurrect him... Even though He dwelt in the deepest darkness of the abyss... Light had come to show the way... It had proven difficult to open his eyes... His sorrow was too great... The thoughts of his previous life, streaming though his mind, as vastly and swift as the abyss in which she kept him... Where was he? he thought... Where had he gone?... What time was it?... How much time did he lose?... Did he parish?, or had he fallen into a deep sleep?... Questions... questions upon questions, which seemed to plunge him into deeper dis pare... Silence sustained... And then the epiphany... The Abyss in which he lingered became the object of revelation...
His hand were soiled from the the depths of the waters... His hands feet and torso had also suffered the same fate... He began to feel the presence of the one who kept him in this place... This dominion was of her creation... these waters summoned by her elemental principle... She remained all the while, utilizing him in every way that satisfied he hearts content... "This one was hers" she thought, to do whatever she pleased with him forever more... It was of no consequence that he had become as lifeless as all of her accessories... For she was satisfied... In total bliss she danced... He had surrendered all of his power, and stringing him every which way kept her secure... And her powerful waters maintained her control... She would not have it any other way... She could not... for she would not risk the loss of such a one... She attached herself to him symbolically, or should it be said, parasitically... His life force was her energy source... If severed, the effects could be catastrophic... But he could remain within her no longer...
He fore fitted himself until there was nothing left but emptiness... He had bestowed his all to her... And died in the the process... Tears rushed from his eyes like a crumbling damn... He loved her, but realized what a fool he had been... He foreseen this moment in his dreams... the inevitability had come... and no amount of delusions could veil its light... A ray of light had reached the murky waters... And he sought to be one with it...

With every atom in his structure, He same with an ambition strong enough to create stars... Her currents violently and desperately accumulated all of its power, to halt his advance to no avail... The rays of light shimmered in the waters as he approached his destination... The light of the sun was in his grasp... He knows of the pain he would inflict, but never looked back... At the final moment before reaching the surface, He wondered if he should stay... He pondered on whether or not she had loved him, or if she only loved the way he made her feel... But he could not remain any longer... He could not think of such things... He had to be Free....