Whisper A Name

Life might occasionally give us turbulence. Through it I have fallen deep into the abyss. I have fortified my spirit by bending to the force and fire. Never did I melt into a dribbling puddle and slide away. I was born of the golden Sun. My true rapture at being alive attracted much to me between peril, magnificence, and turmoil. The entirety of the world I have felt running through my blood. I have visited places which only a few have seen inside the fierce mystical landscape. I am a force of my very own power. Falling to the plans of my soul I have all the love I will ever need. 

My cup is full of the most tasteful wine. I have drank of every ray of sunlight and lived as a part of the cosmic forces. My honeymoon was shared in the celestial realms as I took a vacation from all that was mundane. The realms of great depth and solitude chipped away at my soul. It was I who was like a marble sculpture ready to be released from the most rigid existence. 

Mortal dreams became a grave error in the make up of my mind. I wanted to be something which only my soul could scream about. It screamed loudly enough to scare me with sheer terror. It was never intended to be a life of hedonistic pursuits and sentimental convention. Saturn ground into me so deeply that water sprang from my soul. A reservoir of pain emerged. The fresh spring of water would not cease to rise as it cleansed away years of poisons. Never did I run dry. Too long had I been immersed in the sea. I was the vessel that brought up this ancient thing. 

Froth captured me and clung to me. I was as Aphrodite emerging ready to bestow love on humanity. I was to give Paris his Helen. It was my responsibility to put the shine back into love. Most diligently did I polish the rose quartz in order to get the spell to hasten and whisper a name. My name.