Leftovers: “The World Ends with Love”

[inky black vortex2]

After some time Freedom wirled down into a deserted medow between two cities. With a small sigh she streached out in the warm grass and breathed in the sents of the air. Looking up into the sky she longed for the people back. Something to spread Freedom through.

[Aries of Mars]

Alone struggled with the words, they were muffled by his lack of mouth. Alone wished will all his might to not be alone, but then, what would he be? Alone can't stay Alone if he is no long alone.
Alone wished to say, 'Oh Love, it would bring no more joy to me than to have you by my side, Oh Love, if you could just be my friend, the one I fall on, the one I laugh with, the one I could love, I would be so happy.' But the words didn't come, Alone just kept running, he ran from Solitude, he ran from Love, and he knew the pain he'd caused, but he feared what it would bring. So he ran to Nowhere.

[VanRiku]

Not knowing, just feeling, Love now knew Alone was alone and could not become together.
Sadly, love placed his feet on the ground and shook his saggy bagged head.
“I still want to be Love. You could have become “Together” if you had…” Pinned Love, his words the reflection of a man shunned by his hearts desire.

It should be said at this time that as your narrator, I should point out that Love is inherently greedy. Love is greedy like two snakes eating themselves. Two people in love take from another, each giving themselves to the other until they are no longer what they were. Now they are like Love, they are happy for their mutual loss and glad to see that which they have gained. Happier still are they to find their beloved has become more than they were.

Love himself is not unlike two lover. However, he is only loosing as I now dictate the record of Love’s loveless existence. Without another for his heart to call his lover, he is no more Love than the sad figure of Alone now Nowhere to be found.

[inky black vortex2]

Freedom rose once more and drifted off through the warm, late summer's air towards the island once known to belong to the Irish. She hummed a low tune as she danced accross the waves and floated higher up into the sky only to land at the sandy beach of the small island.