Back to where I was 4 months ago but not... I've missed this, the freedom involved in articulating infinite thoughts, unreal desires and intimate idealizations. So, I'm back and starting with....
Him...
A desired fantasy of a human being
The way he makes me feel, touching my skin in a way so real, easing me inside with such passionate sighs, filling my void, whispering words of desire, making me sweat, taking me high, capturing my soul, my mind, his indescribable smile, his sparkling eyes, gently, he takes me from behind, making me cry, not out of sorrow, out of divine, he thinks so deep, is quiet inside, refusing to break out tension from the past, he's come a long ride, actions tell me louder than any words shall say, his dreams, his desires, making them come to life with such fire, no riches involved, no dependence at all, he knows what he wants and so he strives, his love for me, our life, his selflessness to himself and I, our world, allowing me to unconditionally love him, with no blinks, no turns...
I came across this poem that I wrote two years ago and made me think of fantasy and it's existence or lack thereof... Why does the mind create images and entire stories of a life you don't have? People you've never met? Desires you can't attain? Ideas lacking any conceivable realism? Most of which are all symbols of unattainable pleasure, pleasure that reality does not bring. "Follow your dreams..." they say. If we truly followed our dreams (which arguably are mere fantasies), we'd likely end up in jail, divorced, alone, diseased, or dead....
Just a few thoughts to welcome me back... :-)
Cheers....
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