Wild Hearts

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Gulping mouthfuls of air, I moved between the trees guided not by logic but the scent of cotton candy. I didn’t even have to open my eyes. There I was, floating as natural as the breeze on my way to a place free of what once ailed me. She was somewhere nearby; I just knew it. Not close enough to reach out and touch, but close enough. Guided by the same sweet smell as I, from the green fields she would soon emerge into the bright lights of the city where the two of us would dance again. It was inevitable. The animals moved all about me, as did the spirits of those who had gone before. At one with all things, I thought of Rusty, and how he had spoken on the nature of destiny, and how although everything had already come to be, our purpose lie not in trying to change these events, but in understanding the meaning behind them. Picturing his knowing eyes, upon my cheeks I felt tears trickling down until they evaporated in the heat of the day. From the stars to the seeds of future trees yet to be planted, he too was at one with all things. I could feel him in me the same way I felt my memories and dreams. I was drunk on all of them. Always would be, and now there was a sense of clarity which I had never before known, and soon enough X and I would begin another dance. As celestial as it would be physical, once we were together not even death would be able to quiet our wild hearts, for we’d both seen the other side, and while for others there was no greater fear, for us it would be just another stage for our love to grow.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

Anthology UK / Anthology US

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