A Mind in Motion

     The first time they filled the air around them had been on the battlefield as they crashed against one another from opposing sides. Blades sparked, skin perspired, muscles flexed and eyes devoured emotions bursting forth like clouds of chaos. Teeth rattled with their amor and words sliced where swords could not, but their hearts echoed in rhythm as they recognized a tether between them.      Through the haze of war, their Lust turned from Blood to Passion and their lips swore to meet again.      The second time was in the dead of night--the air so chilled their breaths billowed like ghosts as they met secretly beneath woodland stars. Shy lips were emboldened by the heresy they were creating, so they filled the cracks within one another--shaping and shifting Passion into Love .      The third time was a knife to the Soul for them both.       Fire danced around them, keeping them divided by the t...

     His pen tapped erratically against the creaking oak beneath him--his right foot nestled in worn out docker shoes tapping out an inharmonious rhythm along with it--while his office chair creaked with each rocking of nervous energy as he bounced between the open book in front of him and the figure leaning against his doorframe. Stubble rubbed harshly against the collar of his open sweat stained button down and his nose twitched at the smoke curling up from the still lit cigarette he had put down in the overflowing ashtray just moments again.      But still his attention never wavered between the two entities that had the hairs on his unwashed body raised in alarm.      "An-...and that's all I have to do? That's it?"      He hated how his voice seemed to rasp so loudly in the narrow room, the sound of overwhelming city life somehow muffled out as if there was a bubble around them.      The figure nodded, a ...