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Beloved, The power of your gentle kiss was overwhelming, I remembered. I remembered how close we were. So close, that if I reached my tongue out I could lick the dark side of your eyeballs. That was then. I have fallen pray to a sinister voice in me. It whispered inside my ear yesterday that I was good for nothing. I was devastated. It became quite noticeable that my sinister voice prefers to perform in times of instability, aiming directly at one of my soft cells. Miraculously, it never misses target. + + + I was crossing the red mountains balancing on an electric wire, when I foresaw a period of instability graying the horizon. I promised myself I'd be nice and kind to me and commanded all internal voices to silence. I did fine halfway through. But see, and I bet you know this, the sinister voice inherently despises commands and by following its true nature it gradually coiled a passionate, devoted hug around my throat until I could barely breath, and I was still high up on the thin wire then. One step past the halfway, the voice whispered inside my ear, "You are good for nothing." I tried hard not to hear. The voice hates being ignored so it pulled out a few more tag lines from its magic hat. I kept my strength, holding tight to my abs. Then, retreating to its most despicable strategy it pulled out of its pocket the image of you. I almost choked. While holding your reflection two inches from my nose it whispered slowly, oh, so very slowly…stereo in both my ears, making sure I didn't miss a syllable: "You deserted…you are good for nothing." I didn't stand a chance. My resistance broke right there and then. Like a fool I echoed: "I am good for nothing. I am good for nothing. This is the truth." And wasn't the sinister voice satisfied! You had to see it bathing leisurely in the flourishing culture of my Petri dish of self-abuse. As if it was all pre-coded, the winds started blowing. From the swinging corners of my eyes I could see the red mountains grinning. The sinister voice said they were waiting for me to fall off and die. Oh, the power of your gentle kiss was overwhelming. Yours forever [ PS still searching for the lost treasure ]
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