A black room, like nothing in confined space. The sight is gorgeous but really without a word is how it should feel. Light cracks through the top slow a teasing type of feeling and if she were to only stand there itd suck the air out of the room but she would move only slightly. A brush of the hair or the caress of her neck the motions captured only in the word grace. Then the pace picked up as i found identy in the sight no music but the rythem could be found in her each glance every slow turn of her hips. I was sick with nerves and only a moment ago i was nothing the thought of touching or grabing was gone not in existence i needed to know more i had to see everything........"but no one else"........i whispered finding my voice feelings filled me for the first time hate, anger, regret, longing, lust, envy, arrogance, confidence, and a sense of belief all at once a raging tornado found its way into nothing then as soon as it came it left. In her a religion could be founded all energy was put into her she deserved it for only living but something new now....she saw me and moved closer in nothing she found eyes and they locked with hers but nothing really changed the distance always stayed the same the dark only fooled me and her and the light only followed her but illuminated nothing just a sliver of it enough to know her gaze to see the movements in the dark so a line was made a thin film like substance gray and wafting like smoke a goal or finish line or so i thought but she moved away from it while i moved it forward she stoped as the film shrank i saw her reach her hand out to touch but.........no. it turned into a window i saw only her again it still moved and bent like smoke but i didnt dare touch it for fear it would turn solid but i have to i must do something. Thought gave birth to words and words gave way to fear i yelled i paniced and screamed but........the light was passed over by darkness like particles in a storm she stoped and glanced at me again and then befor amother thought could be given life everything was gone but the glare i saw her glare nothing else. Eyes were the only thing that broke the dark anymore i couldnt be anymore....then my will and being drifted but the identity stayed right where it is found in front of that gaze sometimes shaking in fear sometimes writhing in anger.