I tried to deny the feelings that I had for him, the long moments standing in the rain, allowing the beating rhythms to sift inside my heart, let its existence remind me that I had to let go of the whirling derivatives, to cleanse my mind from the ties that confined me into dangerous dimensions. But his love was too great for me to walk away. I could feel his breath rising over me with ease freezing upon my flesh as I fell into his web of flaming passion, brown eyes staring within my vessel, brightening the crevices of my creation, his dark dreads a dimension of various depths taking me places I could only imagine existed inside my dreams, his drumbeating trombone bringing me to a destination of flawless fascinations. I wasn’t in love with him Anymore. I was in love with him again and again as I tried to block every meaningless diction outside my head, the scrambled mazes trying to convince me that his flame was all that I needed to live another day, the broken bottles scattered across the floor – it’s blurred depiction a longing I could not erase from my heart. And as I stood in the kitchen staring at the falling rain pounding against my windowpane, it’s damaged sounds running through my veins, each shattered vowel breaking me down piece by piece, reminding me that as much as I wanted to run in the shadows, his love would always find me and bring my soul back into his domain.