A Piece About Understanding My Scorpio

And so the detective has learned to breathe in aqua, delighting in its fluid touch. No more is he grasping for air, for he needs none.

What was once a stormy sea is now tranquil, shimmering like sapphires in endless sweet water. The mystery is becoming undone, and in the light he sees only beauty.

It is a beauty unlike anything: putting the greatest songs to shame. The mere sight of it fills his soul with an understanding as magical as it is ineffable. Not even the most obscure of metaphors could give this link between the detective and his denouement justice.

It is love, for that, I am sure, and a hundred times more than when he first uttered it. For, what was once an elusive feeling (a feeling strong enough to make the detective willing to drown) is now a cerebral epiphany. He can breathe easier under water than he ever could on land, and that is where he wants to stay--forever.

It is their demesne, no longer labyrinthine in its nature. One may even call it home.

it's mysteries intriguing with such intense feeling that just a glimpse of it's beauty brings me closer and closer to it's core like a helpless house fly going to the light of a bug zapper,

only to find that this beauty can turn a Genius into a Madman

because of it's complex mysteries.

Posted by ymt01
it's mysteries intriguing with such intense feeling that just a glimpse of it's beauty brings me closer and closer to it's core like a helpless house fly going to the light of a bug zapper,

only to find that this beauty can turn a Genius into a Madman

because of it's complex mysteries.

It takes a madman to come out this unscathed, if not stronger.

Posted by brandyp
"He could breathe easier under water than he ever could on land" is my fav line. Great job 🙂

Thanks!