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By Serenity Date: 2003 Feb 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.13.11.14.4597]] |
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When I think of love, I can envision an entire relationship to the complexity and simplicity of a knife. You notice a stranger across a crowded room, before you catch their eye, the knife is unsheathed and glinting, capturing your interest with a shiny sparkle. Eye contact- the tip of the blade is run down your spine, chilling you with white heat. Smiles exchanged- you both acknowledge that yes, this may be dangerous, but you're willing to play reguardless of the threat of injury. Conversation- Is the blade dull, or is it smooth on the surface and keenly honed into a sharp edge? In these short moments, you must also take notice of the hand that grasps the handle of this dagger. Is it steady, or does it shake with uncertainity? Can you trust this one limb that could stab your very soul? Will this hand surrender it's weapon or drive it's extension into your chest while twisting away it's own pain? Could you cut away cleanly, or will it leave a jagged, infected wound, scarring you inside and out? Then again, doesn't time and love heal all wounds??? |