As i listen to countless ballads and tunes depicting love, i cannot help but wonder if it was a tangible subject. Each rhythmic tune set my my pulses spurring up and down, as though it was following the emotion in the music. Maybe it was. The longing of someone is simply a magical force. It makes you more sensitive. The slightest breeze can send your hair tingling on their ends. The gentlest touch can send a pure jolt of ecstasy, almost sinful, down your spine. And of course, the murmuring of a word seem to be so much heavier now; every letter seems to be given its own weight.
You begin to analyze their actions, watching them in the dark like a ninja. It becomes an obsession. You double-think, triple-think until nothing seems to make anymore sense. Each twitch of her lips, tension in her muscles, they are become so obvious now. It was almost like inspecting something under a microscope. This is where things become darker. You covered all the possible interpretation and causes, gather public opinion, and even started praying every single night.
Then you realized, the 'something' you were examining, was an except of yourself. You simply could not recognize it anymore. Something had evolved in the silence. Those silent prayers. They had tolled a dreadful dirge.
Hear me now
Do not run
What i yearn
a definative
What i seek
is just you
What i hope
nevermore
In the abyss
the trinket rattles
-Sanity's Eclipse
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