passion is a magnet
an invisible force that holds one close.
the empassionated are magnetic
beauty flows out of them
effortlessly.
it feels like a sweet mystery
blood of some god — glorious fantasy.
it feels unreal yet real. alive. like an organ you're missing.
and then you find it. and it's like awakening
from one dream into another.
but this one... this one is a whole different universe.
it's a reality of flaming joy. saturated, never dull
never to be forgotten. not again.
the flavors are vibrant and the touch is so potent.
a true sense of the nonsense
a true meaning of the meaningless
a true delight of the painful
a real reality, that grows, throbs, and blossoms
in your very breath.
it fills your lungs with golden fire
it pumps fresh, bubbling blood into your heart
and it feels so deeply, deeply good. a thick, sweet delight
it feels like honey
the one in your imagination, that's all golden and perfect, not at all too sweet
it feels like that motion that hits your prostate, deep within, sooo... deep...
mmm...
it's motion. it's the force and beauty of life in motion.
emotion bursting vividly, swaying your very soul irresistibly.
you don't WANT TO sleep. you want to stay mindful
of every moment that's flowing through you.
you're the center of the universe, melted in with all the septillions of atoms, with billions of stars swirling around and around and around
want to dance in the rays, with waves, in the wind.
on the ground, falling with the rain
in the mud, getting obscene
with how blissful it feels
to be.
your bones feel ancient and wise
your blood feels hot, like a fiery river
your heart feels gay and young
your eyes feel soft and alight at once
falling in wonder into the world around you
and your mind just plays the infinity fever.
CZYTASZ
heart beats
Poesia~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
