“The Words Of My Burden, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Relief.”
Milllaca wrote this signature every day, in hope that Salvanix would read the letters of his heart. he knew he never could write in vain, for these were words too powerful to disqualify. everyday he wrote that these troubles would run very fast to the relief of a situation. he felt that Salvanix, the lady & love of his life – could never understand the true emotions his burden.
Milllaca understood his troubles could never run faster than the relief of Salvanix. therefore, he wrote to her every day the letters of his compassion and she answered them in coy smiles.
wearing fitted suits every day – Milllaca & Salvanix did this – only in public, to display their fixed attitudes on the moving galaxies around them.
Salvanix often questioned why he did things so, Milllaca always argued back and said this was just his “flow”.
living in a serene compartment to avoid the weight of the outside associations, they kept themselves schooled in acknowledging – every speaking solitude. Milllaca tightly cuffed himself within the links of his fashion.
while Salvanix fastened herself in the loose possibilities for more freedom.
however, there came a time when the perfection of each profession became far too controlled. when the time came to move from the confides of peace, the both of them moved to the wild islands of the open future ahead of them.
the colors of this island reminded them of where they both started the existence of themselves. it was something about the bright colors of the butterfly wings which carried the significance to each of them.
the rocks on this island felt more real than it did before, and Milllaca felt he would never return to the compartment of confinement again.
here he was truly free and felt comfort in his clothes being loose on his body. the freedom of the “fit” proved successful, as he could fly with Salvanix without restraint. the ropes of hesitation always flew against the wall of Salvanix’s certainty. he knew deep inside she had to fly, but flying with him would still never catch up to her relief.
Salvanix cried every night because Milllaca could never escape the signature she thought was written on the tables of confinement. as the trees listened to her tears, Milllaca became very apprehensive in the way Salvanix read his emotion. he then wrote after having conversation with the trees a new signature to his beloved Salavanix: “The Words Of My Relief, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Burden”.
Salvanix stood very still, in the silence of emotions, and looked up with intensifying realizations into Milllaca’s dark brown eyes. Milllaca knew what was required and it was unequivocally more than a signature.
remembering the fitted allegiance to the control of their galaxies, he fastened his buttons in hope for an indication that he could still exist in confinement. In tightening his cuff links, he felt a scream within the sound of each agreement that he would be leaving the bagginess behind.
Salvanix SCREAMED…”Milllaca the signature requires more than a tight fix. I’ve never disqualified freedom in confinement, but you sometimes chose to live in a way which prohibits freedom.
live inside of me and exercise your words and I will attempt to drink your burden, but you must find a way to DEMONSTRATE to me your desired relief!”
Milllaca felt the hunger in his soul roar for the relief to be shown. he knew the natural urge was correspondent to the clashing chemical reactions in the room.
the button was the body in which the thread brought life and function. the cufflinks in the same manner, were a steadfast reminder of embodied stylized finesse. these buttons and cufflinks were emblematic of freedom fighters and his ancestral history.
to Millaca, these buttons and cuff links held significant meaning as each of them carried a record of recognition. not to mention the variation of color and styles made it an always faithful tool.
Salvanix hoped to discern the meaning behind the multiple curtains drawn. the ropes and walls of certainty both at odds with each other. as, she thought of the colorful islands and memories of the butterflies found. she then gazed upon these memories and removed her frustrations by unbuttoning the inhibitors holding her back.
Millaca and Salvanix both realized the embodied signatures required to bring relief or cause burden was never unable to be solved // they only needed to communicate the will to fly or to stay at bay. words and sentences never needed to catch up, they only needed to be demonstrated by a faithful and most understood signature.
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