“I kept cussing my soul for it was unleashed now. It kept racing and crossing the limits I maintained, sinceĀ  forever. Possession tricked me, Love, already swallowed me half. However, the consequences, I’m afraid are not the kind to be openly shared. For they won’t be as pleasing as literature. Diabolical they might be, I conceive a doubt. Perhaps ugly too. But then again, they follow you, My love. Hence, As devastated I might sound I promise, It still keeps me. Keeps me obsequent And feeds on my innocence. Possession occurred to me in abundance which I am not accustomed … Continue reading