Concealed.

Frustrate my mind predicting the best of reactions, hoping it would strike my expectations. I lay. Dreaming. Mouths, tongues, tits. Bass rarely carrying me away in tunes like this, but the next burns passion for my flesh, dancing from the inside out. Put the witch under the sun, as she ignites, then burst forth from the light.

Breathe. 

Lick. Taste. Suck. 

A cup that runs overflow with red. Loud and distasteful, disgraceful, in disdain. 

Patiently waiting for the spell to break. 

The Fight.

You took it away from me. I fought with confidence to no cause, because it was already gone! Where were you when I needed you most. It is as if there is a huge separation within me. One loved, and the other of hate. Hate loves the lonely; it grows in your loneliest time, it evolves to disgust, and to other compulsive habits. Pity that only those who love in giving and in receiving may fully benefit its miracles. Why fight? There is so much beauty in giving up... the release of everything that matters, whether significant or little in concern. Just let go, step away from this losing battle. Time determines, for that separation to complete, and when it comes to choosing between loving or hating. One individualized, the other for the world. I may have already chosen love for the world, thus hatred thrives within. Pardon my life. Pardon my sorrow. Pardon my betrayal. The longest night, and the coldest winter, I may just find the hand of peace craddling me to sleep. What is hunger, but the hunger for completion. What is desire, but the desire for perfection. I surrender. This fight is over. 

Dream Taste.

WE did not get a say to the circumstance in which we were born in. This I figured, is the reason why we may actually have an individual purpose through this lifetime. Else, if we were the creators of our own lives, then we would have been given the choice of creation.

Notice how if you may want something that is unachievable by hard work, you probably would not get it. However, if it is something you never put much thought in, then probably, it becomes you. Saying this, further shows how our desires seldom come in consideration in the ultimate purpose of existence.

What is?

Perhaps, being at peace and accepting ourselves as we are. Change for the better, live for the better, do it all for the betterment not just selfishly, but selflessly, the general betterment. Perhaps then, we would be allowed the chance to knowing the biggest picture.

IF. Not a nice word at all.

My Beliefs.

I believe we are equal.

I believe effort is parallel with success.

I believe in wisdom.

I believe in the loving God.

Searching.

In love, some singles are in search of their other half.

They say, "I'm finding."

But to find, is to know what you are looking for.

And to know in specifics.

Because if you find something that looks like what you are looking for, but actually isn't in time, you will be upset.

So perhaps, to stop this search would be wise.

Instead, be wise, and be found.

Seating the Backseat.

I may be learning something new here. Allowing myself to understand how I'd deal with the situation should it not be me but someone else, some sort of a third person's point of view. I tried it myself, and it worked instantaneously.

Taking a step back, seating the backseat, allowing myself a clearer picture of the drivers. How the game is played, even if it isn't a game, how the romance is conducted. Time be the judge in all affairs, allowing space to collapse, to fully knowing and understanding someone before a commitment is made. How could it have been so hard, is this a lesson life has staged for me to go through? This certainly feels wrong somehow in my insides, as if the picture painted so beautifully before me, a massacre of sorts.

One who falls fast, falls hard just as quick. I've gone through enough to know that it would be wise falling slowly, breathing the fall, living it, committing to it, and should I touch ground, I'd still break, least I compensate in beauty of experience.

Breathe, another step back.

Observe yourself, not promising the impossible, not being over ambitious, not empathizing fully should I lose myself then. I trust that I understand me, what I seek, what my desires are. Honesty in all, I would never, or at the very least try not to shape a person into my vision, for acceptance is best, love is better though. Just what happens then, if my limits are reached, and everything else deems unacceptable. I fear to imagine, pray Time saves me the trouble when it comes.

One step back, breathe, live the moment (wisely, practically), see the almighty beauty of Love.

Time Tock-s On.

Two men watch me in my sleep. By the wall, he stares on emotionless. By the ceiling lamp, he glares down, but he isn't always there. Waiting for a return, but why all the worry. Troubled is the heart somebody has taken what it wants, what is. Spiralling a trap. Lost in twirls of dark thoughts, dark feelings, and dark beings. I wiggle my toes, kiss my arms, to bring me back to life. To remind that death escapes life, but forfeits experience. This existence is my own. Trap in a spiral. We repeat, constantly, round and around we go, far, near, beyond, further, yet we return. Something that is taught, or hasn't been taught, how used to set ways, the nurture of our existence. How late is no turning back?