The thought of pain is different for everyone. Perhaps it is a confined, ghost-silent fire that fuels in their limbs. Or maybe the cool dark sea that's willing to swallow you whole. Another would be the darkness of night, one that has the power to make just about anyone's eyes cloud with fear.
Or the thought of getting lost in a bush of forest, the trees and bark enveloping you into welcoming arms. The scent of pine that comes to your senses is strong, perhaps it was for the better. The sharp tang isn't like another. Not like the candles you find at the store, or the rough sticks of incense that you run across your fingertips. It smelt fresh, whimsical, ordeal, just like walking through the rebirth of life, how astonishing of an experience that may be.
The darkness from which you run from, the one that never slows itself or speeds to catch up with you. Always chasing, always convincing. The darkness is what some would call a friend, persuasive, though also cunning and intelligent, cerebral you may even say.
The ruler of the night court must be brooding and unfoolable, he is always around. Perhaps he is hidden in the darkness of a corner, or the closet from which you never dare to open again.
Who knew that the one thing that teems with life in every single drop, could also be deadly and poisonous. They take form in every way, the rain, the hurricanes, the springs, the tears. She is timid, but could be chilling. She was water-- both calm and torrid, gentle and rough. Never one or the other.
The inferno is often known as a symbol of endurance, ability, and skill. Represented by the signs Leo, Aries, and Sagittarius. They are known as the ardent, and strong. They are natural leaders by heart. Though they are hot to the touch, they are aggressive, horrifying, fast, deadly.
When you were a little kid, fire was only but a swatch of red and orange flying blobs that seemed to intertwine with one another. You never knew of how dangerous, helping, affectionate, painful that it might become.
The palate of pain is quite exquisite, and although that word to describe something is rare, it is accurate. The palate is filled with the flashes of red, the rolls of the cobalt, the scrape of your shoes against concrete as you run from the darkness. The tight squeeze of how you feel when entering the thicket. All enclosed in a single drop of paint from the bottle.
