A Drug Called Tradition
By SMYGO4EVA
Two goddesses control wavering love and the piercing blight of thunder, while they feel neither love nor lust. They simply longed for such feelings, hoping to be fully intoxicated in the midst of affection such as wine would make a god or a goddess land in their hands and knees in a drunken stupor. Such chromatic forms of the flower were enchanting in their glistening eyes, gleaming under the sunlight and sleeping in the grey forests. They felt the illusions of love, but they wanted more. The two goddesses wanted the true embodiment of love.
Heavenly as they were, they were strangely curious of what humans feel, determining whether or not they would survive in the world of living. Since it was strangely foreign, they couldn't have possibly made it through. They wanted to see what love was: in their minds, affection was painfully beautiful since it was both harmful to the soul and lovely as it was made from.
Intimacy.
The memory would always be there, of what the two goddesses have lost due to tradition. They had to stand by the gates of what planets ruled their psyches from the inside out, and they were under the drug called tradition. Nevertheless, it would never let the two lovelies forget the past or the future. In fact, they saw visions of the past, present, and the future. The forms of love outside time's dimensions never made them fear of what was to come. Besides, it was a sin to forget what love was.
