Christy Night

They were shackles, the bond. Dragging us down, forcing slavery, vulnerability. It's impossible to escape it, vain to run from it. It surrounds you, consumes you, devours you whole till you forget where you begin and where the bond ends. But your will can resist it, even though at times it would lash and cause pain but anythings better than slavery, where your logic is futile. Anything is better than the manipulation of bond by your own soul mate. Where you twist and turn and flinch because you're inexperienced, vulnerable. But he is an enigma, never to be contained, collected or found . It isn't his fault, he was shaped this way. I wasn't. Nothing will be gained with a forced choice. But there's no escaping.