Transparent Souls (a pair, part one) A few, a very few, walk as if stone. Never able to touch, never being touched. Life is hilarious in its separation, its distance. They never risk the pain. Then comes a meeting, when they cross paths. They know each other, as mother knows child, instantly. Transparent souls in anothers eyes, Impossible to lie to yourself. Pain comes like rain to the desert, Sweet, cleansing. Something needed desperately. Exquisite laughter, joy beyond belief. Difficult to hold onto for the fear of its loss. Future is a wicked stepmother, never giving, only taking what she wants. But no one can take your heart, and only one sees into your soul. Whirlwinds (a pair, part two) Hopeless romantic, endlessly writing to an audience of one, she reads every word and asks for more. Will he ever have the strength to tell her how he feels? Could she handle it if he did? Tireless tornado, a violent mixture of passion and pain, he holds on for dear life as she tears at him. Will she ever let the wall down for good? Could he handle it if she did? Endless laughter, they stand against a world that will never understand how and why they are such a pair. Will anyone else ever get the joke? Would it really matter anyway?Birth sign: Not entered
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