Legend of Killua guild

...Only several steps separated from the edge of the merciless limit, which eliminates the reality borders of sick people mentality.

- I want to take you with myself, to the place where languid streams flow, where electricity comes, where the wind blows...

There is no space for my jumps already; I am striking the ceiling of this cage.

The mirror got broken yesterday. That's you, who had casted the promise in to it. It couldn't withstand such idle intonations in teared slightly sounding, once flexible and that's why highly viscous, soprano.

Pipes sniffled smoothly due to spring fever; they wanted to fly upwards. But I did it instead of them. I have been shown the step; if you stand up on it on your tiptoe it is possible to catch the edge of the sky, to catch the clouds flowing down from mountain. I have switched the lights off, because I simply wanted to stay with her in private.

She talked for a long time about the Road, about the Train, on which has arrived to this Land. She spoke about going to the train station, with a quest of searching a free seat on train to the Warm Land. But I have said that all this isn't interesting for me, because I've come from that train today. I have taken the shower afterwards, and later we made Love.

Love - is a hysterical wench, and we couldn't get her straight away.

We had to get her drunk, and torture her afterwards. We fall into love till the death, and only then started feel our own pleasure.

You brought me new life, I was reborn. No, you have killed me! Trolley bus with own your rules moved over me. Van of your emotions presses me down. Heavy road-roller with your wishes, only god knows of what, pressed me down. Your smile disarmed me, your hands undressed me, and your eyes vexed me, lips sucked my life, thoughts killed me. Mortally. Once and not for all. But for a short time only, to return afterwards and once again be disassembled on bolts by your hysterics.

And then I ceased to be a human. She gave me a missed part of a magic formula which deftly got in to a puzzle, of once broken whole. She gave me Hope, target. Fear. Dream.

I became a chain of memories, of whimsical pattern of panned out neutrons. I became the part of someone's memory. I became part of GOD...

Cyjack