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I watched the sun rise that day. Stunned by the beauty of it all I remained speechless for hours, pondering myself and this new found feeling, tearing apart my surface to find what remained within. That was the best day of my life, for I had done it. My heart sang once more. Yet it was no woman I found myself in love with, I had fallen in love with the world for all of it's beautiful intensity. Never before had anything existed that could break a man so completely, or build him stronger than gods...

It was only the inevitable outcome really, you can only break a soul so much before the dust collects to make the beautiful sunsets of our world. I may have been destroyed at one point, but throughout nature destruction has always caused creation. Some of the most beautiful flowers in the world can only grow from the ashes of charred forests. I decided then in there to transfer my destructive tendencies to a thing of beauty.

A man that loves everything can never be harmed and remains a true poet even if words are never written. Still, the animal in me is there, to this day, waiting and watching, but so is the poet. The poet simply sits and writes about that animal, keeping him as a pet always, unable to change or destroy him, yet always willing to love him and keep him but never feed him.

This is how a person falls to madness I think, all starting with that charming little x-factor and her manipulation. She found my weakness and exploited it. She walked past every wall I had as if it were the easiest thing to accomplish. She found that center room with the frightened boy hiding in the corner, the child behind the man. She comforted him and gave him a seed, through curiosity the boy planted that seed behind all his walls and cried as it grew as thick as wood to lock him in that room. It surrounded and encompassed him completely growing from the center out and changing everything around him. Every wall in the house of that boys soul grew dark and twisted, using all the boys beauty to grow. It covered the windows and blocked all the doors. It grabbed him and held him still.
The vines grew to veins and coursed through his body, taking his mind, and encompassing his soul. Yet that seed never was able to take his heart or his determination... and it never will.

Remember this....love is not a victorious thing. It is rather a thing of understanding and hope, for it is diseased. Always a beautiful thing to hold, it comes with some side effects, but if you can love to love your heartbreak and the way it feels you will forever be content in life.

-Benjamin Gibson