The
tune of your smile gently opens old distant frontiers, making me forget myself,
who I am, what I am. And I start to think, I’m someone else, someone without a
past, my past. A freshness of your touch guides me toward nostalgia of my
innocence, lost somewhere in times before rain began time. That forgotten
beauty of my soul can easily convince me that I need you to open my days every
single morning, and close them in the depths of every night. I could even
deeply care for everything which you think that you represent, purity and innocence at heart…
But,
that wouldn’t be me, that haven’t been me for ages now. I am that disturbed occult
preacher, whipping your naked soul. This wild heart should be your punishment,
a twisted omen for what you deserve when you tell a lie. And your lies are kept
in pits so dark and deep, revealed by your consciousness only to souls like
mine… deranged by habit.
So,
I’m going to forgive you the half of it, because you showed me who you truly
are… I’m not going to enter you, this time out of pity! You’re lucky, I always
show an affinity toward sexual release, but I rarely show affinity for
absolution… many faces in here, in the kaleidoscope of my personality, and I’m
showing you just one; though it seems that some men in me are getting really tired.
Next time… well, we'll see how it goes, why bother and try to predict the future!? It is what it is,
how it is…
My
potent pale ember… we are victims of ourselves.
Another
day another lie left in ruins, somewhere out of sight;)
Challenging
youth with curiosity, pushing and learning with feelings, beyond needs. No
roads, only racetracks. Existential imperfection in life, but with knowledge
that wealth and happiness always arrive promptly when they appear from the
inside. A strength of will, birthmarks of wisdom, the power to believe and take
appropriate actions, ideals of purity and home of everything that is regarded
as good, superlatives in human behavior, exemplary notions of beauty, smile...
fucking hell, this girl is far beyond academic interest, is this arousal that I
feel!?
All of
this, and more, packed in such a petite body, in a most beautiful youth. I
stand here impressed beyond faith, with a smile, (and believe it or not)
utterly speechless, she has just brought me back to school… and she, only with
her twenty something years of age, stands across any believe which I hold as
most firm, challenging in rush everything that is me… she beckons! I’m
compelled to consider myself invited…
