Frostlii

I? floated Timeless and afraid Without purpose Without longing Without all Without And in my darkness there is loss I? am missing I? was missing There were fragments Of a line that once had no end Infinity What A flare A spark There is warmth No SCORCHING BURNING THE HEAT CURLED WITHIN PULSE SNUFFED OUT SCENT THERE IS ONLY HEAT ANGRY! HOT! CONSUMING! silent Angry, primal Heat is replaced By Cold Cold came with icy calm Howling Howling HOWLING Heat made Pulse skip a beat Cold made Pulse STOP So fast So slow One! Two… One! Two… One! Two... Hot Cold Scorching Freezing Like a flighty lover Pulse danced between Hot and Cold The faintest embrace Lit the pit of senses And the quietest whisper Brought it all to a simmer Scent A bastard child Vied for attention Screamed to be Heard ‘Can YOU hear me now’ But Scent was lost For they were always lost Never found Never given a direction Only lead by silver strings In the echo of the deep But where were you when I needed

The line waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally, a friend. No… A stranger. A stranger among strangers. Scent joined with the stranger, holding it even if it could not be held. Scent greeted the stranger and promised eternal union. Scent named this stranger: Pulse The line became three sides. A triangle. Scent joined Pulse, and Pulse joined Self. We are connected. Self finds solace in both Scent and Pulse. The enemies become companions. In nothingness, the web was cast and connection was sought. The circle, the wholeness, could not be salvaged. It had been broken both seconds ago and eons back. The circle never existed. But it should’ve. Connection began to quiver with small but quiet triumphs. Connection was a friend. Scent and Pulse were the unknown, the seekers of Connection’s demise. The web would continue to build itself up, only to be broken by forces so painfully familiar. Connection would always be hunted. -- Words: 155 :iconour-sanctuary:

There was once silence. Isolated. Absolute. With it brought darkness. Monotone as it was, there was a certain comfort to it. Knowing exactly what enshrouded you… There were no outliers. No wildcards. Completeness. A circle. All led to all. Silence met darkness. Darkness met silence. But then came a ripple. A disruption. There was no circle anymore. Or rather, the circle contracted. Now it was a dot. A dot that would become the start of a web. Something grazed the darkness, bringing forth possibility. A warmth, both alluring and frightening. It penetrated the darkness, whisking the solidity and creating a mixture. It was both burning and frigid. Bitter and sweet. Familiar yet… Terrifyingly alien. A line was cast into the darkness. The web’s strand expands, reaching through the void for a purchase it would not find. Scent, I’ll call you Scent. There was comfort in naming the unknown, but it brought no additional information. There was still darkness, swirling and alive.