His rugged hands brushed across her soft skin. The light glistened off the oceans of tears and shared feelings. Tears brought on by a past that haunted the very depth of her soul. She was finally at home. A place of warmth covered in the embrace of love and she was safe. Without a word from his bearded lips, he pulled her to her feet and showed the compassion she deserved for he was hers and she was his. No words could animate a life such as that. It was an emotional bond and melding of two hearts. Lives filled with the affinity of lust for each other's hearts minds bodies and souls. An intricate puzzle of life's own power.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as if there was no other existence. The faint glow of the streetlights dimmed into the black abyss of another world. A world that is full of pain and heartache. Full of the selfish lives of those that prey upon the good hearts of others. Those people did not exist in this world. A new world appeared full of life and had its own light. It shown the very moment he and she laid their eyes upon each other. This is their story. This is the road to their love, happiness and gratification. Their own place that they can call home for it is home. A home that is filled with the warmth when someone cares when you are down, when they say one word or give one look that picks the other back up and keeps them going. Home is not the place you pay for or lay your head but what you feel deep inside, deep inside your very soul and life force. A place that exists between the beating hearts that share the same flow of blood and desire in life.
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Chris was a man of 30 walking in a world that chewed upon his every step and spit at his feet. Filling his very breathe with a distaste for life.
But he was still happy.
A man recently separated from a life of pain and torment. Drowned in the lies, deceit and words of hateful spite. A past that left him riddled with hopelessness. A broken man to many, strong to others but what really mattered was the way he felt inside.
A soul that appeared to himself like the battle fields of World War I. Filled with foxholes, trenches and the blasts of bombs in the no man's land of his heart. The air inside resonating sounds of suffering that can be described as the sounds of those that are trapped in a permanent bane of Hell, paying for their sins of life. The ground littered with words of hate, the abuse of life.
He did not feel loved. He felt alone and had nothing to love. He had a child that God provided to him from his past but that was a different kind of love. That was its own special bond of bringing life into the world.
"9 years I have come. I walk away not with a tear but with a smile and a shovel. For I will fill in those holes, mend the fences and be at one." The words echoed out of his mouth with every night and every prayer. Praying to a God in heaven as if he was there with him. For he was with him. In every step he took, every action. He guided him to something he never expected.
