Roman @IntrinsicBeasts

you. Only your well being was important now*

but I quickly regret it, I shouldn’t be too close to you and feel that soft skin of yours. But at that moment I had to forget you were impossible, I had to forget you were getting married, I had to forget your family hated me and mine probably hated --

arm. They were fading like the last petals of summer, kissed purple and yellow as the hue of your skin was returning. I look up at you, raising an eyebrow* What is this? *I gently grab your arm --

throat, giving my head a shake* I don’t know what you want but I can’t help you….and you need to go Dahlia…No one can see you here, you shouldn’t be…*I lower my eyes and there it was….I could see bruises along your

greater than an instant infatuation, something akin to respect and absolute wonder at the work of genes. How can someone literally look so beautiful? I clear my --

amazing vessel of a body. I have seen quite a few good looking women, but its rare that your eyes get intrigued enough so that its tough for you to look away. Tough for a mortal to not feel something, something--

perfection, the possibility of how good someone can look from a minuscule distance. And the one thing that made you so unimaginably attractive, was by far your eyes. Those broad and expressive eyes sitting atop the --

weird. I wouldn’t allow another visit from your family again* Look…*I turn around and there you were, looking up at me. You made me firmly believe in the possibility of--

though it was not cold outside, there must be a reason why you were here. I move aside and let you step inside before I close the door, not without checking around and see if I notice something --

makes you completely irrational…I didn’t want to see you, but everywhere I go there you were, and I always had to be around you* What are you doing here? *It was dark outside and even --

to the side, confused. I remember I once mentioned that what I was feeling for this woman right in front of me could be described as….messy. Chemical/hormonal is good too. Really strong desire--

front of me with those blue eyes. Her eyes shined so impossibly blue that I would spent my life believing you had your own sky inside of you* Dahlia…*I tilt my head --

damage is done. So many times I've wanted to unsay things, take it back. I'm learning how to deal with it, but slowly. Right now….right now I didn’t know how to react. There she was, right in--

and beat my hands on the ground like a damn toddler. I want to vent, let it out, but I don't want to say words I don't mean, be hurtful. It's just so easy to be cruel in that moment and then the --

up and make my way to the front door. It was late so It couldn’t be someone I didn’t know. When the frustration builds and I think I might explode - I take a deep breath. I want to shout, have a tantrum --

my arms back to the starting position* And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger! *I repeat the process several times before I can hear a knock on the door just when the music stopped. I stand --

elbows slightly bent* And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night…*I continue to lower my arms until my elbows are slightly below my shoulders. I pause, sing some more, exhale, and slowly close --

of the fight, risin' up to the challenge of our rival… *I push my arms straight up until my elbows are almost entirely extended, palms facing each other. I inhale and slowly lower my arms out to the side, keeping my--

upper back and hold a dumbbell in each hand, enjoying the music that was playing loudly in my big living room* It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill --

*I am doing my daily work out routine, this time at home; exactly what I do out on the woods but somehow I just wanted to stay at home…I lay on my back with support under my head, shoulders, and --