like it
scared. I might like it.
that's how it goes and you can try to reverse it but BOOM! You're stuck!
there is a paralysing fear of commitment to love openly. Passions hidden away, as if they're not at the very bottom of human needs. We must shake them off, clear our throats and move on, ignore ignore ignore, keep walking. Why did you stop? You must not look or think! Straight ahead we go!
we adequate desire. Type, amount and the heavy gasps of air we (wish we could) control are a constant weight in foreshadowing, guessing, believing or feeling - both now and after now. Society at large keeps tabs on it.
it is acknowledged, proven, real and basic, like food or water, yet shaped to be constricted, shallow, and invisible, if possible. Its wavelengths spread out like any other, its frequency ever so changing in fractions of seconds. Butterflies gain life when, suddenly, the amplitude bursts up and we finally feel alive...
how glorious it is to feel at ease to discern the fastened heartbeats at higher frequencies! To see them with our touch and skin, sounds and flavours while they peak, followed by a restful existence that plays out in plentiful joy of lower ones...
don't you dare deny it, for it's easily one of the most common traits that we find in all humans - no matter the how's, why's, where's and whom's. Even so, we just exist, sometimes. Life without passion isn't living, so to speak. May be to some whose amplitude of emotions doesn't grant them the absolute gift of what it is, but mostly it tones us down from life to boring existence.
it takes away the colours and sounds that would otherwise excite us, it drowns the senses and keeps us "in an orderly fashion". Yes. Curbing passion is nothing but a social anaesthetic want (not a need). What right could be undone by the wrong if we were to allow ourselves to show it freely? I cannot think of one - within the framework of the organisation most crave to feel "successful" which is a terribly boring concept if you were to ask me...
i'm undoing the wrongs of not allowing myself what I want, making it right in voicing it out - but not loud. Maybe that would be the only wrong that could come with this sort of liberation; making it loud would be an annoyance at best and irrational at worst.
do you understand? Or have you already turned around to ignore? It doesn't need to be overwhelming, overbearing, nor even disturbing for the life we've built on many routines and rituals, although these can and will affect the higher levels I speak of - they are conducive and built to restrain while giving us the illusion of freedom so I guess we all can throw a couple of them away in favour of desire, wants and needs.
it can be quiet, whispered and soothing. Passion is not without privacy, darkness, protection and a lot of care/caring for the/as affection.
so... why the fuck not?
we are specks of dust that happened to happen... nothing more, nothing less; except our range of emotions allows us to feel both all the wonderful and painful possible in a lifetime. And you know what?
there's going to be a lot of pain if there's going to be a lot of passion. But passion wins. Always.
i'll move along on my joyful path filled with black holes and nightmares while I hold love higher than any one of these. It's a beautiful path, one that I enjoy discovering.
so far so amazingly good.
