Why do we even want the other, crave for companionship, besides the nitroglycerin of lust? What do we seek in this? What do we desire that is more than desire?
Eyes. Certainly eyes. Another pair to see with. Whenever Ive truly fallen for anyone, it was only after seeing the world with their eyes. With the wonder of their eyes, their wonder, their awe at the new feeding me back deep at the river sources in my cortex, revitalizing the currents running out, plugging me back into the real.
Stars. Yes stars. Everyman and everywoman is a star; everyone is their own universe, everyone creates, owns, contextualizes their own world. To peer into that world, to trace the shadows of the patterns that have made up her life is intoxicating. To understand the ways she understands. What is the sunlight to her? What meaning has the vortex. What makes her pause and sigh, or catch her breath. This knowledge is the razor that tears the fabric between stars; when you have shredded it that moment of intimacy becomes a gun metal hot fusion of two into one as all is burned away but the very core of becoming.
Eyes. Certainly eyes. Another pair to see with. Whenever Ive truly fallen for anyone, it was only after seeing the world with their eyes. With the wonder of their eyes, their wonder, their awe at the new feeding me back deep at the river sources in my cortex, revitalizing the currents running out, plugging me back into the real.
Stars. Yes stars. Everyman and everywoman is a star; everyone is their own universe, everyone creates, owns, contextualizes their own world. To peer into that world, to trace the shadows of the patterns that have made up her life is intoxicating. To understand the ways she understands. What is the sunlight to her? What meaning has the vortex. What makes her pause and sigh, or catch her breath. This knowledge is the razor that tears the fabric between stars; when you have shredded it that moment of intimacy becomes a gun metal hot fusion of two into one as all is burned away but the very core of becoming.