the thing with mortal beings a minority of us is that we tend to walk away from the things/people who bring the best in us -unknown –
a dark shadow clouds my mind…
love lust love lust love lust love lust,
try to figure the difference of both words, and what I get is a dark shadow… Fear..
See, I am human.
A very sane if not normal human,
Being labelled an emotional rec,
I fear that I may fall hard if not fly,
That I may forget if not find myself,
That even if I were to fly,
The ground will not be steady,
Steady to hold me as I take off,
And if I manage to take off,
The destination is unknown,
That even your existence is a mystery…
Do not fear, my child. I simply seek advice on the art of courting a man of this time… Land. And who better to tutor me than a man of your age?
Fear that I may love,
That he may love,
And that love may not bind us,
That the love will be a falseness,
A falsness to escape a reality,
A reality filled with:
crave and bodily desires,
That our love will be a pretence,
A pretence so that we may fit in.
That my endeavours may scare you away,
That I will be trying too hard,
That I will be a psychotic human on the loose,
I will be loosing you,
To a less perfect human,
One whose imperfections are easy to handle.
The warmth from you,
The warmth will be a coat,
A coat to hide the ice inside me,
Your warmth will be a problem…
The dark shadow,
That of self,
That of hiding from reality,
That of being a vulnerable human,
Of being torn,
By words and emotions,
deeds and humans.
thoughts are the shadows of our feelings always darker, emptier and simple