I love this bit as it is applicable to so much though your exact topic may be that of the nature mine are generally of; however it can be substituted quite perfectly of an analogy of alcohol abuse which I used to do; and strikingly well of needing a certain episode to pull you out of a current state of stoicism, depression, self-loathe even thank you for showing me your work
Regards,
SMerc3
There I was with all my ice cubes sprawled over the ground, my drink spilled and soaking into dirt. I was getting thirsty just watching it, my life spilled out over an empty lot. Soiled, melting, disappearing...
Then her clouds appeared on my horizon. The beginning of her rain over me. A light mist at first, then perceptible drops - a sprinkle. Then a light Spring shower - cool and invigorating; then a Summer soaking rain - hot, humid and torrential.
She fills me in, soaks me to the bone. She's liquid, sweet and refreshing, when she enters me she oozes into the hollows and voids, she seals the cracks and crevices. She completes and together we are whole.
And when we part, I feel her pour out of me, slowly. I feel a viscous strand – stretching, thinning - between us as I pull away. And then again I yearn. Just as my hand will reach out to find hers when we are close, so does my emptied soul reach out to be refilled.
There is an emotional thirst, a spiritual suspension until we are mingled and blended with each other again.