The end of our journey on the horizon’s center; the last stop to this asylum in the midst of winter. Darlings of destitution painting erotic distractions on the latex; the essence of ambition covered within the toxic keepsakes. Cold doors keeping out the warmth of affections; our bodies wrapped tightly within the canvas of preconceptions.…
The game of chance populating the numbers that create an objective; the cyclical nature of business, the sum of its intricate parts. Those mathematical equations of profit becomes the toys for proliferation; arrogance and assumptions exposing those open doors. The message is plain spoken; either acceptance or refusal. choices made for gain consenting towards the…
I yield; the metronome has lost it’s pulse. Too much time vested in the unending complexity. Expectations laid the foundation; the checkered board confounding our movements. Maybe we were the wrong players; maybe I never understood the rules. Those moments never wasted because the lessons unabated revealed the weakness in my strategy to love you.
Midway through the beginning of a new birth; being born again in the same body carries the same complexities and irony. We can never go back; perspective allows us to see what we would like to change but we are bound by the present moment. More often than not, we are pieces being played in…
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