I welcome you to the art of writing straight from the subconscious and the preservation of a dual, interconnected train of thought.
We attempt to mask our discussions with what we preoccupy our lives with
But then as we carry on our hearts desires begin to expose themselves
We walk on eggshells shielding the true reality of our hearts deepest wants
Such is the fragility of the human
Sucuumbed by desire
We try to drink and taste the sweetness of a cup that must be empty
Always yearning, yet never receiving – only except for scarce droplets that leave too soon
The unrelenting thirst will only be quenched when the heart can take no more
The sun does not set and rise again except that the heart longs for it to set once more
The mind a scattered mess of longing and forgetting, the heart in a circus that never sleeps – harbouring palpitations and summersaults.
To suppress ones true feelings is a form of the darkest torture
But with it there is hope, and light that will come
Spring, the season of new beginnings has ended and it’s now summer, the season to eat the fruits of spring has come