Soueki

I quickly descend down a cloud of silver steel the cold rush greets me as I make contact with the depths sinking far into the froth, I hastily rise to kiss the air Upon relief, I gaze towards the dark and behold it; a singular cone of brightness anchored to a tower of stone I stroke in its direction, finally reaching its ascension Shaking off the freezing salty dew, I proceed the incline It stands before me now, an entrance to an unknown; though possible safety I rush in, shine from the twinkling erases as I am plunged into blindness in the split moment, I fear for sanity, but in wakening, saneness returns Initial greetings give birth to a

I am cursed... I am never to have a relationship in reality, Because I am in a current relationship with my imagination. Which one is the true curse?