Perhaps
I need a set of lavender and mint candles or a
consumptive cigarette in order to make this moment a whole
lot more esoteric. Let me take a moment to cleanse my palette,
perhaps this makes more sense under the influence of an exotic taste,
such as sultry cup of chai.
Lets
start relationships from the end, in order for us to gain perception
and instead of unraveling the mystery, we learn to take the pain and
cook from the inside out under heat and into lusty rigidness and
unity.
Starting
anything from the beginning seems so, mundane, and perhaps if
we begin with our flaws we might muster on and continue
into truly appreciating the flawed beauty the other piece of
undiscovered human has inside. With parading our intimate flaws, we
will not have a chance to contrive, to trifle, or to pretend that who
we are is not enough. Maybe we will even accept and make peace with
every fiber that makes us up and connect with our true selves and
love in a more undisguised and profound manner.
See,
that's the catch...we can not love, unless we swallow who we are.
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