i'm just that kidd and when you wonder why? believe why not.
I was angry because I allowed it to get to me and now I need means of release, safe release of course. Before it gets worse and reaches a point I can’t control. I love my family point blank and this was ridiculous. And so instead of allowing a negative emotion that wasn’t mine to begin with cause problems in MY world I killed it through my words. It was time for change. I forgive you.@1 year ago
THE BREAKDOWN OF
A SENSUAL INSOMNIAC
By Synclair Maye-Key
And that’s the thing about lesbians; you can never really tell who’s a top. Feelings are always seen; through smiles, tears, laughs, gestures, body language is key. Only following the signs will lead to the truth. Nothing but pure emotion, the human heart can withstand only so much. Yet when it is found, when true happiness is found, why is it so difficult to accept? Afraid of what is to come, the season begins. An overbearing aura of tension holds each one by the hand. A grasp only this tight could do something as enticing as this uncomplicated complication. A journey unforeseen has been set into motion, with precise plans breeched only by those who search hard enough. Diaries filled with untold stories of nightly activities and daily heartaches, withheld through the days and weeks, nearly months of dedication; a story filled with details never expected to be uncovered. Complete opposites tightly form a bond only understood by its creators, as troublemakers plot and scheme the days away, curious of the outcome ahead. As stars align in perfect order, it is safe to say, someone ‘done fucked up.
Difficulty telling reality from fiction, play the right cards at the right time. Deep desire portrayed through silence, speaking, hugs, fights, expressions, gestures, and timing is key. Maybe months in advance could tell, but it was destined from the start; a journey for those willing to venture; the path untraveled, something easily unexpectedly expected has presented itself. Beginning with the ending, may be tricky, and yet somehow it can only be fate slipping up at the reigns. A colossal event of this magnitude can be only perfection.
A soft embrace, playful at heart, deep within the hardest of shells, lays the spirit. Pure in all its form, cherish it in all its beauty. Heavily protected by lies and deceit, sheltered by empathy and compassion, radiating a sense of hope, they continue to engage, fueling unruly unsettling emotions. In an attempt to avoid severe damages, keeping from being burned, accidentally biting the hand that feeds, stepping on no toes in the process, dance to the songs they play. For two, such a dangerous pair, dipping and weaving each other; a tango, for such a sensual dance is sure to stage well; always careful with who’s leading.
Troubled seas ahead, they must steer cautiously; a fragile heart is on the line. Fragile enough to break on instant contact: where the previous lies and deceit, even smiling those without meaning, can’t save this one. Past fighting the present’s future, simple things draw back pure emotion, not ready to let go. Unsure of what trouble has to offer, weigh the options. A worthy opponent, sounds fun, but logicality, rationality, reality himself will step in to settle the score some time or another. Wait patiently for the day to arrive.
Continuous empathy fights with jealousy; where the capacity to understand and share feelings of another hides its darker side. Shielded behind a mirror of smiles it lays dormant, waiting patiently, for the time to create a riff between the past and the future. Reaping havoc amongst the serenity, relationships long for stability. Constant hiding and chasing, running wild with passion they fight for what they have and aim for what they don’t. Pressured to be the best, the cream of the crop, to be chosen is the goal. Pursuing lust that will lie to your heart, it’s hard to forget the kisses they hold true to mind, body, and soul. But which is which and whom do you believe?
Please note that the tale is nothing new to the ear. It is the eyes that remain king to the thrown; the windows to the soul, each being different in nature and nurture. Welcoming all strong enough to hold themselves in a world of grief and games, where only the strongest survive, it stands strong. Funny thing is, no one ever truly knows how it will come to be; just how it will turn out. It’s always the “what-if”; the one thing that scares and scars. What if she isn’t the one? What if she is? Always questioning every detail, every inch of imperfection that races throughout the minds of those willing to play, it’s hard to have a plan. The heart wants what the heart wants and to control it, would be tediously absurd. As it becomes complicated one could only hope for the best. Separated by brief moments of destined vacation, try and figure out the plans that lie and wait. Create the universe, each day, moment, second; down to the very core. It begins.@1 year ago