I want to write with the sky on the earth. I want to mould the sea with air . I want to reconcile water with fire. I want to tell a story of blood and oil. I want to trap unseen emotions in a trembling little bottle.
I want to set free naked thoughts on a stagnant island.
let us talk about endless love, only kept alive by imaginations and sometimes blissful memories of the past ranging from sweaty intertwined hands, hearty laughters and tormenting waters escaping broken lashes, or of locked treasured lips sucking and exploring through exchange of gullible obedient saliva; pledging a lifetime of forgiveness despite wayward ways, pledging an endless love despite the enemy of love that lurks, pledging sacrifice, savouring and savouring, silently wishing time would come to a still.
Let us dwell more on thoughts that plagues our sinking mind;
Maybe you do not know these plagues I am talking about but I bet you do for we are humans and we share a striking resemblance...
Then, you must know that Hunger that never stops from setting our innocent stomach to a feast of worms and fires or the thirst we fill our sour throats with after placing too much fear in our hearts.
Let me illustrate; let me capture our undeserved suffering from that big bully; fear.
Like though we were laid bare on the floor, they clad us with dark singlets and dark shots and even if the sky was black, and even if the earth was burning and even if the air was hot, maybe we would still opt for all these than the thirst in our sour throat and hunger in our starved stomachs.
Maybe still you do not know these fears I am talking about but I bet you do for we are humans and we share a striking resemblance;
Maybe now you would see me when I talk about these;
Fears that we haven't achieved everything or anything or all of a sudden we suddenly cannot fit into anything; religion, time, hate, guilt philosophy, love, wisdom, riches, happiness, space and life.
Do you want me to go on and on mentioning and mentioning, I do not wish to be a ghost tormenting you even if I am sure by the time I am done writing out all these fears, you yourself would have become a ghost and we would engage in a ghostly chase,
But look closely everything we fear have been mentioned therein and if I have failed to capture some things you would want me to; pardon! For I am human.
For now; let us derive joy in the moment;
I would be gone now, for I have a party to catch with pretty boys and chubby girls.
They say there would be plenty of rivers to swim, I heard there would be additives to lift up our spirit and yeah, maybe I would finally taste what it feels like to be a woman.
Lastly; Father Francis would be at the party, we can finally say our confessions after all the rockings, while looking up to heaven with lips that have just tasted warm salty bliss.
My Pen Bleeds!
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