Seeking enlightenment is like living on the brink of an orgasm.
What is the truth between two souls? And why do we love at all?
Please forgive me for wanting to know true love, but you are standing on my heart.
I only wanted to feed you, when you were sick in bed. Kiss and Caress your every morsel, and paint the roses red. Turn the violets violet, whisper in your head. Take the color from the white lilies and finger paint on your soul. Taste your smell, and see your music.. and Read from your endless scroll.
Please forgive me for wishing for true love, but your kneeling before we even start.
You asked me for the truth alone, and I gave you all I knew. You grabbed my ego and held it in your hand, until you thought I would beg for mercy. I entered your essence, and shouted your calling, recalling my birth, foreseeing my death, claiming this world for my every last breath.
Please forgive me for demanding true love, but you are running and we are now apart.
My heart is failing outside of your presence, darkness is creeping in,
I have forgotten how to feel, how to cry, how to love,
how to breath, how to want, how to desire.
Forgotten how to live, how to try, how to hope,
how to give, or show mercy.
Forgotten how to enjoy, how to sleep in peace, how to create, how to dream, how to walk a path that leads to the ultimate, how to admire beauty, how to touch, how to communicate with anyone or anything, how to be happy, how to show fear, how to dream of the future, and I have forgotten what it means to know passion in all forms.
Seeking enlightenment is like living on the brink of an orgasm. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
-JMS
