My true reality once upon a time in a nightmare
Inside me, deep inside resides the core of me, much like the earths crust of a volcano. The swirling magma, boiling and expanding with every passing day. The circular depression was forming to reach its pinnacle moment to erupt and explode every last bleeding drop of these emotions, my feelings. Anguish inside me aches, never have I suffered such a punishment that has lasted so long, yearning and pleading for each week to reduce from a decade to just one day at a time.
I hold a sense of peace for releasing torments that I put upon myself, but these emotions are not mine to govern, their not mine. They are his. They scream at me, pull and tug, cut and slice, at the rawness within me, my vulnerabilities, they were protected in a place built with steel walls. Preserved for moments in time that would hold them and indulge in them and fill them with something sacred for both of us.
I can feel it churning, bubbling ripples through me. It’s demanding me, calling me, screaming from within, mercilessly wanting to touch the words of utter unity with my lips upon his. The wave of emotions engulf me, and this ocean is crashing against my thoughts, streaming into my soul, burning with the heat of a sunrise, wishing upon a new dawn, wishing for a beginning just for us and an eternity of a thousand more.