I have the kind of dreams that often leave me arid. One night I remember riding a golden cloud over a landscape of rotting carcasses. That was the same night I saw my vary blood for the very first time and I had collapsed from the smell. I was flying over an abyss when I was struck off my prime by a stray arrow the size of my own vanity. It came from the shadows and went trough me. The next few seconds were only snippets of my nightmares as the wind gently carried me to the ground. To my amazement it was soft and made of only my finest moments. However, my heart was still burning for my soul was oozing out of the wounds. My world went from bitter to raw. Trying to exalt myself I staggered to my feet. My heart was lighter now and I could see my soul floating about me. It had an amazing glow to it. It levitated above my head as if it were happy to be free. I touched it and it was the texture of rain. I could not feel it after a few seconds. My vary soul had become a projection in the landscapes of my own twisted nightmares. It did not take long for me to lose myself, floating towards the sun with my lifeless body stretched over the belly of earth. The higher I went the more painful it became. I was scared when suddenly the sky smiled at me. It told me it would carry me to safety and that my every fear would stay of the cold earth as I passed her [the sky]. I asked the sky where I was going, " to meet yourself,” she answered. " How will I know it’s really me?" I asked. She was angered by this question and the sky instantly let go of my soul. Before I hit her, mother earth swallowed me into hell. I had never seen happiness but she there standing at the summit, waiting for me. As I got to her she hopelessly dropped to the fiery ground and kissed my toes. She told me I would be happy again if only I trusted myself. " I don’t know how to..." I replied. This angered her and she instantly staggered onto her feet. Almost as swiftly she spat on my face and told me that’s how I had lost myself. She continued to tell me how my true self feared seeing my soul like this. Her anger had almost turned into pain when she realized how lost I was, for happiness know I would never be myself again. "You are scared, I can smell it from your soulless skin." happiness now had tears in her eyes she said it was because she missed me. She missed being inside of me, even if I never know her. I was standing there at the highest tip of hell with happiness but she wanted nothing to do with me for I did not even know myself...        

It had taken, it would seem, all of their lives for them to get to this one glimming point. There is a certain beauty to the ever going mating pursuit between male and female humans. She knew exactly what he wanted from her and he had exhausted every fibre of game in his very genetics to whoa her. A beauty so intricate and delicate yet it manages to bring the finest of weakness from both him and her. Naturally he had never even managed to lick the wet off her eyes when it was evident that their story was a rather complex one. Deemed complicated even to the gods that brought together. Their union was even absurd to the altars of hell. nothing more than a joke uttered by cupid himself. From the first moment their aura's fluxed it had been a matter of chemistry. The kind that filled his lungs with euphoria each time he saw her. A chemistry that caused the ego from her lips to neutralize. Each encounter left them gasping anxiously for the next. He knew that without her the pollen of the flowers wouldnt smell the same anymore, summer would surely lose her sweetened giggle. To her... he had become the very blush of her roasted cheeks. Without him her soul would be sad again. The universe just had to place things into that cruel order. Their stories are better told separatly...i guess...