Interlocked; wound and secured.

I have been searching. But, the search is over.

It's always been here, even just several moments ago as I was still frantically searching. Perhaps it's the moment of desperation that blinds me from realizing its omnipresence, in you.

I've always wondered and wandered to no avail; the road cuts short in my tracks and I listen to crackling of leaves beneath my feet. The nights were cold and the atmosphere perfectly eerie. My prospects of escaping, no emancipation, seemed iffy. Still my lips curled; upwards.

The stony grains of inequity stud the gravel surface. Every rock and indentation marked the appraisal and felonies of the syndicate. Peaks and troughs that emphasize the syncopation; lost in the confounding rhythm of convoluted beats. And still I smiled.

It's as if it was always buried beneath the heap of dried twigs and leaves. They burn under the sun, concealing what I have always been searching for. Perhaps, by no means were they intentionally widening the divide between what I sought after and what I needed. It was a sacrificial attempt at preserving what I had forgotten. Lightning crackled, and still I cackled.

You are the perfect shrine for this sacred relic and I will cherish it.

I had been searching. For truth, for affirmation, for comfort. To find happiness and to liberally express it on my blog.

No longer. The darkness still remains but so does the smile. And maybe the reason why we didn't manage to figure how the rings interlock is because it is a mystery; not for you, not for me, to know.

A mystery... like scooby-doo? The famous five? Sherlock Holmes?

Our love.