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T'Ryl

Darkness! Black of night shrouds my face. My skin radiates heat yet I

grow cold. I drift aimlessly. My point of stopping I do not know. All

I know is I am pulled.

A light. No this cannot be I am Vulcan, I am human. Oh troubled mind

still at war within. How can I finally rest? Never to find peace even

after I transcend one plane to reach another.

My soul carefully guarded by another.

Reach out.

There it is, a cocoon protected against the parasitic emotions

embattling it. Oh, what chaos would erupt if the virus would

influence the outer shell? He does not know the damage to self.

I cannot tell him, I have no voice. There is no more body. Blood will

burn no more through my veins. A fortunate curse I now understand.

Again, there is the pull. A light so bright and warm, comforting yet

commanding, pulling me in to its abyss. Like a black hole, swallowing

all that it touches.

Words spoken--not Vulcan, no they're Terran. A soft gentle breeze

beckons me to come.

Tears. Human tears bleed for me. A thought runs through all I have

left. This is not right. I fight the current that flows deep into the

abyss. NO! I cannot go. I am not ready.

Tooth and nail, I claw my way, breaking the cocoon. A painful

explosion and we are one. Yet, this is not how it should be. Nothing

for focus just a shell. Two personalities share a common space.

Warm hands on a cool body. Warm hands on a warm body. It is done. I

am I as he is he. I stand dazed. Thoughts jumble through my head.

Swirls of psychedelic colors mingle in my dreams. Sharpening,

intertwining until they are clearly formed. Alien but pleasing

emotions shoot at me love, hope, and a strong longing.

Then an image breaches my thoughts, "Your name is Jim." Joy and

laughter abounds me.