{"sf1_id":156720,"sf2_id":"AnKdDGX1","title":"Faust.","author":"Vorel Ashurha","words":568,"posted_at":"2010-06-26T01:43:00.000Z","tags":["Love","Romance","Wish","wishes","wishing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/156720-faust","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKdDGX1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/95/c9/95c91fca-a2b8-4c09-a27f-582b792da036","description":"","content":"I'd sell my soul for talent; for  \nthe ability to weave my words  \naround my audience's mind,\u0026nbsp;  \ninfecting their memories with  \nhaunting visions of fantasies unbridled.\n\nI'd sell my soul for beauty; for  \nthe ability to steal the breath from  \nmy Desire when I enter the room, for  \nthe attention of the masses flocking  \nto my feet in adoration, for  \nwars to ravage country sides in my image.\n\nI'd sell my soul for acceptance; to  \nbe happy with my creations and to  \nnot see everyone's stunning success as my  \nultimate failure and subsequent destruction.\n\nI'd sell my soul for courage; to not  \nwither and melt from the populace  \nand cringe in solitude, lest attention be  \nbrought upon me and I should  \nbe forced to interact with humanity.\n\nI'd sell my soul for wealth; so I  \ncould provide for my family the things  \nthey desire most in their lives, to  \nnourish their bodies and shelter them  \nfrom the unforgiving elements.\n\nI'd sell my soul for Spring, for  \nthe eternal beauty therein and the accompanying  \ncrisp air and golden sunlight filtering though  \nnewborn leaves, sending the shadows  \ndancing jade over my skin.\n\nI'd sell my soul for Fall, to  \nnever cease hearing the fresh crunch of dead leaves  \nunderfoot as I dash through the forest, racing  \nthe cold breeze towards Halloween with glee and  \nlonging as the golden-brown air envelops me lovingly.\n\nI'd sell my soul for Summer, when  \nThe fields are brimming with flies of fire,  \nGlowing and flashing as the scents of life and  \nRejuvenation waft in and invade the senses  \nAs we collapse in the soft grasses and sing a  \nHymn to the Sun.\n\nI'd sell my soul for Winter, for the  \nVirgin powders and tiny daggers of  \nIce shearing through my garments as the  \nFrigid air encompasses me, freezing my worries  \nAnd cooling my heated temper when I gaze  \nUpon the landscape of glimmering diamonds.\n\nI'd sell my soul for Night, for  \nThe symphony of cicadas as we recline and  \nStare at the sky, the countless stars  \nMirrored in your eyes as though the entire universe  \nSlept within you.\n\nI'd sell my soul for Day, the  \nSun sending pastel horses galloping across the sky  \nAs the orchestra of life begins  \nTo build crescendo while I am greeted by  \nThe embers of the fire that will become our Morning.\n\nI'd sell my soul for isolation with you, for  \nSilence as I lay in your arms and feel  \nThe powerful beating of your heart, My love as an infection,  \nFilling every fiber of my being as hopelessly  \nI trace the contours of your skin.\n\nI'd sell my soul for your smile, your  \nBeaming grin warming my soul as  \nYour eyes light with the joy of  \nEternity, your cheeks full and blushed  \nWith laughter.\n\nI'd sell my soul for our  \nEvery day to be this perfect, with  \nLaughter and Harmony always by our side and  \nThis burning passion leaping between our  \nGazes with every glance, every smile  \nStirring our hearts until we collapse beneath  \nThe sheets and embrace as only we can,  \nMelting into the moment and each other.\n\nI'd sell my soul for our happiness, but  \nIt seems I haven't the need. My own  \nVanities aside, we have all we require to  \nBe content, and though I may never know  \nThe joys of beauty, talent, or success,  \nI have you. And you are all I will ever need.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}