inspired from "dream life" by ik marvel.
this is what i would be doing if i wasnt present in this moment. there would be shreds of feeling larger than you. brambles and roughness of the worlds that have been left entwined to my heart , and plaited between soft tissues of glass. only if the universe had been a little less rough. perhaps my heart would be feeling more deeply.
when i'm only making mention of something so secretive, as i am here, i expect no response that they will be reached in full heart's capacities..who is to tell me that my heart has reached full capacity, exhausted the equity of my feeling. it is true that i only have one heart. but every time i fall it creates a new combination of feeling; that like the turn of a kaleidoscope will show some fresh pigment or structure.
but with commitment comes a habit forming feeling that denies the sensual bliss of newness. this habit also challenges omnivorous seize of affections. there will be no variety of pulse.
where does fear allow for failure. will i be proven that my very truth is impossible to obtain. that monogamy is the only approach to divine happiness with another. or do i belong a lone in that reality.
she is beautiful. and worthy of all i can say.
