Candle, It Took Just One.

Good, great, gone.

The start, the climb, and the peak looping through too quickly it has left me curious of what is to come.

Of recent years, I have full believe in the action reaction consequence of being human in this universe.

That being said, intuitively, I may, or I could be preparing myself for something that is to come.

Death, I have seen Your doing. Life, I have witnessed Your marvel. 

Might I add to both, too soon. Alas, who can argue!

It is my life, this is my time, our fragility.

Happy Birthday Darren.

Distasteful Teabag.

Just to pour some,

... how people change is amazing to watch, but if I continue staying in this state of awareness then it would be one of the best learning experiences for me.

I imagine taking the alpha role, dropping the queen title, and just blaze in passion for what seems to always last only a night. To pump my body up, squaring my jaw, shortening the length of my complexity but just be, straight and easy.

Hard conversations with people who are great in denial, but have the love for drama and trueness of self identity. It amazes me how much I am fond of them, because I see a little of myself in them. Perhaps, it could be a sense of belonging to the world, all the cultures I had absorbed in process of finding self.

Let me correct a wrong choice of word following popularity in usage; 'finding'. I believe in creation.

Stay, I say to myself, "Stay!"

Dive in deep, and swim down the darkest depths, and discover the newness of a reality none are comfortable with, in understanding.

Let there be love, then, too.

A Night Of Reluctance.

Today, yet similar to days before.

One can only imagine how the fingers of time caresses all of us, gently along each square piece of skin that serves no use but an expensive cover to our privates, thoughts and being unmistaken for a separation that neither desires another breath of strain which has been previously caressed. Might one venture straight onwards in a path that visuals interpret as, but straight, wide, the horizons stretching in circular radiuses when to end shall one reverse all beginnings. Look deep, one may urge another, to dive the lights down internally where rivers of blood importantly beam the veins, transforming the shaken unforeseen present, humbly, foetus like, releasing a moment. Plant this kiss on the surface of evidence, puckered lips whispering truths of affection.

Beg not.

I receive change, my blessings, my answers, yet how do I quench the crave for waters of true wisdom simultaneously resting this innate mind-self of constant battle with the frustrating air of depression that only serves its master, the ever forcing gravity.

Lay still.

No Longer A Secret.

All must cease. The whiteness of pages is perfect, anything written on is perfect, because nothing is perfect, therefore, perfection is an illusion. Either we exist, or we don't. Emotions cannot be deceived. How much farther down can hatred be suppressed? How much fear must be felt until no longer can emotions control being? Move with my consciousness. Move with my hate. The whole world can be hidden behind a mask. An apathetic face, or mask. Love is now protection, and stability. It is something given to people, which amounts to less than the fingers on a hand. The world is evil. The world deserves its judgement. I wish to see it judged. Including my own punishments, and rewards, should I have any. Not a care, but the care of being right, just. Not a care but the care of life for my loved ones. Not a care but the care that the rest must cease to exist. If it includes me, I surrender. Meaningless, biological bodies, lie since birth to fulfil a purpose... false! Truth of the present, it is here. With I, with all whom I hate. There is only one. A connection inside everything. Truly it is there, an action birth consequence. Truly, connection is the Beginning. And the End, when It comes.

A Twist, And A Turn.

Deserve best only when proven that self can be better. 

The best are ungrateful, the average think too greatly, the poor are blind. 

Yet, desiring for best is uncommon to all. 

Desire; what is, TRULY?

If given infinity, present nothing. 

If given nothing, present all. 

Of all, what truly IS?

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.