A mystery, now solved

What strange phantom that surrounds me… It lingers, this spectre, about my being, pressing firmly upon my senses like a mask. This heavenly veil, thin like a Venetian knife, cuts deep into my brain, skating across the banks of my memories before eventually setting on cool waters as an uncanny fog. A mist as seductive as Dracula’s own, it bears all the charms of Venus. Devil, or ghost, or God, it wafts through open windows on the breeze, trailing me with a scintillating scent of wild flowers. I breathe in, and in, and in, taking it deeper into my self, to wear as its shell, only to expel it at last because I am forced to by the crushing pressure that grows in my lungs… It flits pleasantly, and it is gone. Again, I breathe, luring and drawing it in with my near silent demands for more- I will not be satiated until the mystery is solved; until it takes upon its form, and I will hold it to me, cherishing it, as though its only purpose were to blanket me in love.