Monday, February 4, 2013
Experiencing What Will Now
No restrictions I’ll just let it flow. Fuck punctuation, fuck correct grammar and sentence structure the mind doesn't work that way anyway. Logic is flawed so fuck the laws of sensibility; understanding is all that is necessary and even that is perception, always relying on past experiences, let this be a past experience to your next assumption and understanding. If I wake up with you on my mind does that mean that I Love you? Because you invade my dreams every night and upon awakening my energy is drained, what does that mean? What is that? Is it a warning? Is it deep passion? Is it lust? If I tell you I love you will that be too soon? Would you be mad to know that I’ve loved before and that I could possibly love again? The intensity is always different but nonetheless it is love. How irrelevant is our distance when our destination is our real existence? I understand trials and tribulations, I also understand appreciation, but if what will to be, WILL TO BE isn’t it already now? Which brings be back to loving you. And in fact I do. I don’t need to know you, I know you and regardless of whom you are or will to be I will accept the fact that love is not dependent on who you were and who you will be, but who you are to me in this/that very moment. Political correctness is out the window, so fuck what they think and how this process is supposed to go. I’ve over fighting evidence of reality, I give up on the struggle contradicting to what I feel and know is real. I mean prove emotions; touch love, taste hate, hear joy, what do our five senses prove? Now what? I’ll tell you what, you are love and I see you, I see love
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