The Soul Is a Sense
Besides the five senses: touch, hearing, smell, taste and sight, we have the soul. In the good, the soul brims over in peace and empathy. In the evil, the opposite is true. There is a desire to war and acute lack of sympathy. Our planet is divided into good souls and bad by a high wall.
Unfortunately, the enthusiastic too good are always trying to climb over the wall to convert the evil. The smooth icy walls are festooned with hot air balloons, homemade aeroplanes, cannon fire, catapulted objects. They were the lucky ones. The unlucky ones made it over the wall and met a torturous end.
The most zealous evil souls try to tunnel under the wall and are pulverised by collapsing burrows, go mad in the dark or are attacked by ireful beasts.
My story was different. On a mutual improvement trip, I fell in love with an evil soul. He was dashing, dangerous and a delinquent. He was everything and more than our pasty skinned, play it safe boring young men. In his blunt, could not care what anyone thought way, he stated our love was doomed. He was the Romeo and I was the Juliet. At the bottom of my soul, I knew our love was doomed, but my other senses betrayed me. In my eyes he was handsome, a figure of sculptured stone and steel bound together with magic. He smelled of adventure, excitement and the Great Outdoors. His voice was loud, fond of itself and so brash. He never would or could enter a room quietly. It was all a huge light show of look at me and worship. When I touched his bare skin, electrifying shocks pelted through my body. He was a real man and left a tangible taste in the air of animal energy. He was everything that my sad little soul was not.
He made me feel so alive that parting from him emphasised a return to an empty mapped out life.
I slipped my guard and ran away with him. Destination unknown. Future unplanned, but ours to discover together.