Most people you will meet in your lifetime will be a breeze, an utterence of oxygen. A whisp of thoughts and feelings, tears and kisses, sadness and happiness.
There are a rare few however, that are nothing more than storms disguised beneath the skin of a person. These are the girls and boys with the empty eyes and the hollow hearts incased with 6 inches of stone.
You will love them so fiercely that it almost becomes an impossible task to breathe without them, your lungs will heave with no meaning and your blood will flow without purpose. They will shatter your heart into shards and dismantle your lives piece by piece until you are nothing more than a dull drone of white noise.
I advise you, if you are ever to meet someone of the sort - you are to pass them by immediately without looking back because, my friend, if you do not you may never make it back with your soul in tact.
I was once a breeze, floating alongside the other breezes, carrying hopes and false aspirations as a I went and all it took to knock me from my path of hopelessness was a glance from the most beautiful and simutaneuously, the most terrifying creature I have ever encountered.
The day I met her was the day everything slowed down. It was drizzling a little, not raining. The air tasted vile and the smell of rain had always made me nauseous but on this particular day it's was even more nauseating than usual. The skyline was painted in a dismal grey mulch and the buildings all smelt of damp brick. I hated all of it. Hypothetically, if I was to have died on this very day I assume my soul would have just sunken into the pavement and become at one with the hideously turned concrete I was walking on.
part two coming up sooner or later
