#WritcoStoryPrompt104
Do you believe that there's a love story planned for you?

ME - NO. Love isn't something that's Planned.It strikes like lighting at unpredictable intervals and intensities.
Similar to a vampire's fangs in your veins,it makes a little woozy at first,then it starts sinking in.
You feel numb but can feel everything as the warmth radiates through your entire vessel of flesh,muscles,and bone.
Then comes the euphoria once you are encompassed by that veil of fire.
It burns,but the flames feel good.
Soothing even as they coil around you,urging you to fuel that fire so the flames soar higher than any celestial body could allow.
Disorienting to the point you forget your own name,and don't care.
All that matters is what your instinct is telling you.
You Listen,if you try to ignore it it will not be silenced.
It will roar in your ears till they ring like bells.
Twist your gut into knots until you feel them tear and burst.
Your skin will itch as if you had fallen in stinging nettle.
Body convulsing as though it were not your own because you must follow your nature.
If you manage to ignore it then it will exist as a migraine, constantly pestering you for your attention.
Then it will only become a whisper,then a whimper before it's dead silent,but Hey,They say silence is golden Right?
Gold ain't worth much too me,I'd rather have steel.
Long Live The Loud.


© WARDYN