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Starving for the extraordinary
I think we are both starving for the extraordinary…
Strange occurrence this: to know without a doubt, all you wanted to believe is true. In one swift kick, this knowledge has leveled me. What if it has come too late?
That moment, the clash of ecstasy and resignation as they scramble over each other to take precedence. For what good is it when such pain is wrapped around a single happiness? I want to unwrap that gift, toss away the misery like so much bawdy wrapping paper.
I just want the gem…
And it’s there, confirmed with each thought unaccompanied by words or action; the sheer numbers… of things that don’t need to be said. The settling of my inner convict reveling in the knowledge of your existence.
How long can you ignore it?
How safe are you going to play this game?
Please allow me this uncontrollable moment- just for a moment- to immerse myself, to float.
I want to enjoy this without the voice of reason whispering in my ear. I want to dive into those waves crashing, dismiss them, and swim to the calm. It’s the eye, you see? From this vantage point all is still- what a clever ruse!