No one ever told me that life was going to be a competition. Putting it on paper doesnt make it real to me either. Reading it makes my intuition queasy. My soul calls bullshit. It can be read all over my energy seen in my face and eyes. I show too much humanity, perhaps. I am very thoughtful. I dont want to lead or be lead. I want to swim, play, talk long stories. Buildings are pretty. I wish to look at them experience them. Live side by side of them. Sad when these protectors become prisons. Cold callous persons. They come from here. I need to feel the warmth of walls the gentle breath of silence. The sweet exhalation of my lovers lungs must hang in the air. I refuse to play reality in the key of expectation. Instead, be tickled by playful fingers, gently picking the shadowed parts of earlobe. The parts that turn orange yellow and red in the magic of translucense. These moments deserve a kiss of affection. There is not competition here. There is only love. Love, is not a game, a sport, or a force to be reckoned with. No, love is a gem of pleasure and beauty. Glittering under awareness, living where its put. Why in the world would I want to compete for the opposite. I am one who cant escape a personal truth. The truth that I live in a diamond. Here there is enough of everything to go around.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 16:21:01 +0000
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