The Sigh of Relief, I Give...

The Sigh of Relief, I Give...

A Chapter by Lucas Grasha

If you would only give me your hand, I could let you go. I would not let you go in the sense of having you find your own way, but in my own ideas, I would be giving away myself, letting my soul slip away just to help you find your own path. I’m not sure if it is an action of philanthropy or of sacrifice, but either way I disappear in the end. We would disappear, bodily at least, in the end.

          But, my dear, I must inform you of this: if I am to lead your path of life, so shall it be. I would not resist the temptation to lead such an angelic woman out of her bounds of fear and into the comfort of knowing the path that you walk upon. The horrid side to this fairy tale is that at some point, you would find that I am still who I am, but I would be missing a part of me. You would not be able to place what was missing, not able to figure out what may have been stolen away in the middle of the night.

          You would search every little crevasse of my being, every little detail that you had grown to know, but you will never be able to find the right piece of the puzzle. At that point, I would have dissolved into you; I would have given the last bit of myself to being engraved into your being. The only thing that would be keeping me seemingly normal would be you.

          The answer will elude you until you would read this, but your mere presence will serve as a catalyst for my preservation. But, if you would leave during our time on your trail of life, and God willing you never act upon that, I would cease to be and the remnants of what I am would be carried into you. And forever, I would be lost in the dirt that you walked on.

          My hands will be here to hold and not to painfully lust after your body. My voice will be here to calm you and not to burst out in rage against you. And my soul, that golden chakra, will always be my final gift to you, my little Engel.


Daniel Helle, Twentieth of April, Two Thousand and Eleven.

© 2011 Lucas Grasha

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Powerful and strong words. Life should be simple. Kindness and love should be the goal of all people. I like the gentle and kind emotion of this chapter. Sometime we must look beyond desire to keep freindship alive and well. I like the complete chapter. A very strong ending to a excellent chapter. You made me think this morning.

Posted 9 Years Ago

0 of 3 people found this review constructive.

"but either way(,) I disappear in the end."

Good job!

Posted 9 Years Ago

0 of 3 people found this review constructive.

It has a dream state quality, a mist.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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this is so sensual, strong but not overwhelming; it is a declaration of love, longing and of letting go; i am left amazed.

Posted 9 Years Ago

the dirt that you walked on.? golmer?

Posted 9 Years Ago

0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

The Golden Chakra... perfect.. this is a beautiful write.. I love it.. x

Posted 9 Years Ago

This story is very dreamy.
Maybe it was because of the text you put it in.
But it was very good.I enjoyed reading this write.
Great Job!

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on April 20, 2011
Last Updated on June 20, 2011
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