Of Connections

When you build bridges, you can keep crossing them.

~ Cameron Morrissey 

Lesson, do not burn bridges, you'll never know when to need one.

The Replay of Intercourse

The Replay of Intercourse

Saturday, September 05, 2015

5:54 AM

Tell me.

 

When to open my eyes so that I can see again the pureness of how to love again,

But how come this heart of mine cannot imagine the beauty of your love,

Despite your profound meaning to make our soul as one

Am I the stone that has been defied to live and just function as the mere adornment

to the road of barrenness?

Or I was just so insensitive that I can no longer struck by the cupid's arrow?

Is it the mist of the morning fog that let me not see how beautiful you are?

Or my eyes are just clouded by the perfection I aspire for you to bear.

But…

There's no such as perfection,

There's no such immaculate tenderness - my soul longs for you to be;

 

There is reality.

 

Yet I couldn't fathom why my entrance to the acceptance of your reality

Pains me to sing the unison of your breathing.

It pains me to know that I enjoy the solitude;

That only in reflection after the deepest of meditation

Dawns me a feeling of emptiness

A feeling of unsaid heartbreak

 

That will stop,

 

As soon as I enter the cycle of journeying this life

And the path loops, it goes on.

And on, and on.

 

A replay.

 

 

 

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