love affairs of the soul

i just fell in love with a man called freedom. he takes me where ever i wish to seek the naturally invisible. on cold mornings, he keeps me stil until the sun warms my outer layers, while all the while softening the magma at the centre of my core. freedom sees no harm in revealing the truth, he scorches the sturdy limits. freedom allows me to stroll at a pace of observation, absorbing the exotic mantra of the globe. freedom is a fond hater of my ex lover, regret. regret was a nasty old soul. he saw the gaps in history as imperfect, constantly reminding me of the missing pieces. regret shattered my innocent and tender heart, he cared only to contribute to my spiraling demise. once regret and i were comfortable he became abusive. he kept me locked inside, penetrating an inexorable darkness, memorizing a painful solitude. regret suppressed my every emotion, conditioning me to restrain. it was the day the sun rose 3 minutes and 15 seconds before his awakening into my consciousness that i was saved. i saw the light, the luscious rays tangling and transforming my inanimate into a metaphor of consciousness. the beautiful gracious star explored the depths of my two dimensional soul, resurrecting me from a painfully piercing darkness. as regret rose, he was without my presence, my rebellion was fierce, documented and detailed. i was enticed by the mystic beauties of the rays. closing my eyes i awoke a top a soft hill. as i lay, a soft breeze swept over my docile body and there floating gracefully towards me was freedom.