I was lost in some other world. The same world that followed me home one afternoon when the rain was calm and not raging as it has been lately. The one that seems to be a shadow, a fitful tantrum when the time just isn't right.
But I was lost in there again, when the heavy scent matched only the heavy leather that rested expectantly in heated palms. He wasn't mine, but at that moment, I didn't belong to me. It was a split second, limited only by a consciencness marred by adrenaline. I understood the speed, the danger, the slight shift in control. I was thrilled, drunk off the power and the challenge and the feeling altogether.
The emotion followed me home that evening, through all the raging rain, which hasn't known calm since the day we met. It followed me through the front door and into your strange emptiness. The hollow feeling which cowers from any attempts to fill it. In all its discomfort and distrust. I left my thrill with you that night and took your emptiness, happy to make you happy, and dying under the weight of that hollow thing. Its an undisciplined child who promises his mother only the best, and destroys his caretaker once mother leaves. So tonite I took your hollow child home with me, its fitful tantrum drowned by the rain and its melodies, and all my ignorance.