Liberation

Repeated cuts and constant blows to an area deprived of life and feeling only gratify one that seeks to utterly destroy a person's being. Swollen fists, broken spirits, and bloody knuckles are the prized possessions of tyrants. Bravery has no stench, but corrodes the air, choking the lives of those that thrive on causing grief to the weak.

As we speak, as we...try to find choice words to categorize our feelings, you'll find that none come to mine as we stare at each other's soul in amazement. The feeling I feel after years of false love, isn't what is, but what always was...