Nonpunk Stories

She showed me the real, raw sides of life. The parts I dared not to unmask on my own. We were opposites, she said. She was darkness and I was light. But the sole existence of light would be purposeless without darkness. A mere entity without an existential purpose. Her love has suffused my soul like raging flames in a paper house. The truth is, I was plainly blessed with the fortune of meeting her. ---