An aesthetic poet, nurtured in oneness. Destined to be hatched, not by the warmth of love, but by the life which eludes him. Curiosity of strangeness, playfully meddling his own self-flamboyance; inquisitively pondering the unknown spectrum outside his shell. Much to be said and much to be heard, but if they can not understand your silence, they can never understand your words.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Dating Our Self-Image
Let's not date a mere reflection of ourselves, in which, wounds us deeply. Instead, let's date the opposing perception of ourselves, in which, prosperous growth awaits. Dating the one who guides you down a righteous path, we can not follow alone. Fulfulling our emptiness, kissing our pain, and curing our pride. Destined beyond oneness and fortitude. Lusting for more than superficiality and selfishness. Feeling greatly appreciated for being no more than who we are.
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