"Looking through my soul,
Not my eyes.
Vibration draws,
Patterns to your light.
Your energy collides,
It speaks to mine.
Beautiful whispers,
Colours intertwine." - Unknown
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Recognizing that there is conflict can be the hardest trial.
When realization occurs, thou shall not be in denial.
One of man's biggest flaw is the issue of acceptance. People often times find it difficult to accept something that goes against the grain of their beliefs, what they stand for, or against their wishes. Why must humans deny theirselves?
Every time one deny's something is a reflection of theirselves.
Afraid of facing yourself, afraid of looking at yourself in the eye. You're terrified at what you look like.
You're terrified of how tainted and messed up you actually are. So the pain of facing reality is something you'd rather deny thyself.
A fear of recognizing that the issue has already consumed you from denial and now thus remains a broken human being who plasters on a front with false smiles.
Accept yourself.
"You know, our father told me once before that he was in the room when the man said to the woman 'I love you so much, wrap your legs around me. Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.' and sometimes..when he'd have her nipple in his mouth she'd whisper..'Oh my god..' now that too, is a form of worship." Olympas uttered, while we floated in the ocean at midnight.
Gazing up at the moon and the stars, treading on our backs in water, we found solace in this. I found solace in my Olympas, as for she did with me and we did with..we. We on we. Bare.
"A man should always worship thy body of their woman. For she is godly. Woman, women. Women are the fruit of life from which all seeds must grow. The meeting between thine thighs much like the core of many delicious fruits, oranges, peaches, and strawberries just to name a few. A taste so divine, I'd greedily sup upon thy residue, of my woman's honey dew." I spoke into the atmosphere.
"She will be a truly blessed woman beyond measure to have a man of your prestige." Olympas complimented.
"She was blessed far before my time. She's been blessed for all eternity."
"She sounds like an angel.."
"She is an angel, in my imagination."
Averting my orbs over to Olympas as she floated on her back here in this ocean, her pupils wandered over to mine, the moonlight casting minimum light upon the melanin of our skin.
"She isn't real?" Her brows furrowed.
I lodged my bottom lip behind the top one, slightly shaking my head at her.
