The Life Giving Sword

Then…

he saw her and his life changed that very moment. every thing before it
was gray and solid, every thing after it was pink and shapeless.

like ice that melts when the temperature rises

and releases it of the solid form that once contained its shape.

he
was in a moment of shapeless chaos, the chaos that drives us to change;
hot dynamic chaos. then the moment walked away and left him there,
changed, changing.

he was never the same again.

the moment had passed, but he pursued and followed the moment, followed it
and touched it, touched her, the moment he reached her. and then he stopped changing.

he was made.

he is made.

he is new in form and resembles her in shapeless pink chaos,

in love…