My desire for Love, to express it in a way I have never seen it be expressed. To miss a loved one is to be left to face oneself, alone. To let go and have nothing but yourself with the Divine, but I see you there as well, so it’s not so terrifying. Walk with me. It’s a slippery slope, I don’t want to fall, I don’t want to conquer another. I’ve been accustomed to playing with their desire, it’s not right, I am more. Do not be afraid for Fear is not Love. Looking in a mirror can be terrifying if you don’t know what it is you are looking at. To not know what you are is a hideous crime against yourself and a slap in the face to Life, a disrespect for your Birth.
The Invisible Hand Exists Collectively
A catalogue of words, mostly mine, some not.