Mahal-lika!

Chapter 2 - Tragic Academic

The claws of the shadows try to capture my ember, but I caress it with care. Not with my pale clasps, rather my ever so curious soul and mind. Like watching little grim children run away in horror of a tiny light, the shadows sneak back behind the armoires and desks. And I go back to dwell on the eccentric nature of anything but academic. No, this is a different journey. This thing is unique.

Is this a contraption for demons to take advantage of innocent hearts? My fingers dance across the paper. Is this a lewd promise from perverted megalomaniacs? My eyes shift from left to right to read the plight. Is it as simple as a hello and goodbye? A pinky promise? An anniversary?

Dust greets my face in clusters while the yellow light of the lamp assists me from across the table. Moreover, it shines its hope for answers over me, letting me know that there is an absolute in this ordeal: answers can be found!

But the further I dive into the perilous, profound waters of love, the harder it is to see the light. The pressure of abuse and mistreatment, addiction and bereavement, circle me amidst the tenebrous currents that burn my beliefs--that love is the only thing in this world that is pure. It can not be a sin. I refuse!

However, the world is full of mysteries. And it is selfish, too.

If the numb-headed won't help me decipher the codes of love under the dark seas, then I'll do it myself. Even if my demons await me with their cups of tea.