Where is this quantum of existentialism…I cannot hear the heartbeat through the cold distance….show me the way…and although blind, I wish not see the items unclear- vague possibilities have brought upon drought in a nation withering opulent….I have sought my donor and while I posses the creativity, I cannot bear the simplicity of this…
Lavish upon me your wisdom….I welcome the corruption….I wish not only to entertain you…. stop the whimsical; allowing it to evolve into the butterfly that you are….how can you entertain such pretentious acts….I have not and am no fool to equip myself with bleakness such as this…I want cold steal piercing fleshly caramel revealing within a forethought of preponderance….and still, you seem cold…. Yet to provide warmth…would be…obvious
How do I substantiate the inadequate…..remain lost…to later find that it please us to neither question nor release…haughty pride plunges forth to expose…I am lost
3 comments:
Keep it up honey!! -Tovash
I embrace your presence. I love your company. Your touch makes me return to you like a stray cat coming back to eat. You are the one that I've been craving, wanting, and I have been dying to see your face again. You are just that special!! -Tovash
To embrace me is to see me....do you?...how can you see what once was invisible...how can life forgive us for being blind...open your mouth to allow for growth...open
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