With Love Comes a Cold Fire
My anger towards my losses
Something I made while I was at work on my lunch break. Though I haven't completed it yet, I thought I would post it anyways to get my point out about how I feel going through two really good relationship that I let slip through my fingers.
Side note, I haven't really, fully, "edited" this yet. I deem it... alright to post it as an... "artist" Enjoy
-Traska
"Mmmm," he hummed to himself as you watch hands pick up a long hunter's knife. You are strapped to a chair as he watch helplessly as that shadowy man walk to and fro, those hands, holding the knife ceremoniously, are dirty and stained. The only thing you can do is watch and hope for the best.
"Mmmm" he started softly. "You know what love is? Love is: hate, anger, arguments, care, smiles, frowns, joyful frolics, envy, begging, tears, sorrow. Love is painful when taken from you." Those move as he grabbed the knife by the hilt and started tossing it up in the air, it making a full flip before he caught it again by the hilt. He did this again and again as you watched and listened to the raspy voiced man speak softly. "Love is confusing and creates drama. Drama that we usually can't contain within our own selves and let it spill out, which effects others. I made my share of mistakes, and some of them i wish i could have back..." he paused. You watched the shadow figure be still for the first time, watched as his body language changed.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again. "This thing... this thing called love" he paused again, his raspy voiced now changed to a more soft tone. "We all know what it does to us, yet it is inevitable. Its like a drug, it IS a drug-- with the synapse of your brain release hormones-- a drug that we can not keep away. It feels good once you have it. Its the best feeling in the world. Cloud 9 they say... but..." he flicked his knife in the air again. "But... once you lose it. Its horrible; its the worst thing in the world. And you know what the funny thing is?" You notice him turn and point the knife to you. It shines brightly under the bare lightbulb that has a dark cone on top of it, directing the light down towards you. You flinch as he points it at you. He gets closer and lightly presses the tip against your cheek. You whimper softly as you feel him judging you with his eyes. "The funny thing is: its the same feeling, only your mind interprets it as 'bad'. And it is..." he draws back and takes the knife away from your face. You sigh in relief but still have no idea what, why, if, when and where.
"As i sad. I wish i can take back somethings, i still remember him. His smile, he face, his eyes, his voice. His singing, his laugh... i still remember. And not a day i goes by, nor the night... and i wonder if i made the right choice. it doesn't feel like it. If only, you know..."