Unfolding

               Intricately woven with utmost necessity and choice are our hearts when we are attached to somethings and much more with a someone. The weave can be binding that conscripts the heart when in rage and in jealousy. Choking it as it struggles to beat while the noose shrinks as the owner maliciously in desperation pulls the strings without second thoughts. As a pretentious man, who has built an immovable emotional edifice, who has made reason in dominion over affection, whose laughter at most times is an echo of reason that bullies and whose anger is extremely rationalized as divine justice, I too have those loose bricks that can crumble the wall by a single nudge and since we are talking about strings, a single pull of a significant block that sets the dominos tumbling. Gods bleed, angels cry and men too can be consumed in the flames of passion. My walls can be breached because the foundations are those who I keep dear in my life. I have yet to experience the dread of deat