I need to read more books.
I need to broaden and expand my mind.
I need to live more.
I need to challenge & dare myself more.
I need to be more forgiving.
I need to be less judgemental.
I need to not try to ‘save the world’ so much.
I need let loose.
I need to let go.
I need to forget some.
I need to commit more.
I need to believe in myself more.
I need to give in to some inhibitions.
I need to “turn up”.
I need to not be so jealous.
I need to not trip so much.
I need to be more human.
Even though all of these thoughts are what make me so…human.
Love + Effort.
That’s what I preach.
If I need any consistency; It’s that you try.
We won’t always get it right, but we can try..
I can tell when someone is using their confidence and bravado to cover those fears & scars.
They’re afraid to love & be loved. Let’s be real. So they act like they don’t need it or no one’s worth it cause they’re scared.
We spend all this time putting these walls up to protect from heartbreak not realizing it’s blocking love away, as well.
Let your guard down a little. You can still let love in with a watchful eye. Don’t have so many walls up or nothing will come in.
Every now and then (More often than I’m letting on) I have that insatiable urge to taste the nectar of a woman..massaging it with my lips while rotating, stroking, and penetrating it with my tongue.
“Good boy, good boy!”
The driver would shout in praise of another’s accomplishment.
Whether it be helping him in scouting upcoming traffic or even just their well- being.
Though he were on hour 9 of his on-call duty as a transportation driver, his spirit didn’t waver.
No matter how mundane, helping others is a duty he takes with pride.
And for that, we found common ground.
Every step brings me no closer;
Stagnant paces of the unrequited.
“Maybe it will build to something greater”
But as it stands, the contractors have left the building; and talks of reconstruction have since become stale.
Left with a building of incompleteness.
With one architect and investor gazing on. Hoping to see it finish into what was envisioned.
He says as he takes one more glance before beginning the long trek of his day.
This has become routine; the only consistency that remains.
It was a rush to her.
Pressed against the hotel wall,
Her thighs claimed residence to his shoulders.
With every taste, her eyes rolled back as she entered a new dimension unexplored.
She dreamt of a world outside of her own.
He dreamt of her. For - to him - she was the epitome of the world he wished to explore.
Ever-changing, vibrant; and at times, unpredictable.
As she dared to dream, she glew with passion.
Eyes burning with lust for life; the rush her body felt just to imagine what could be acheived.
Curved with lustful conviction, cursed with such aesthetic that is oft-overlooked by forces unequppied to recognize the gumption that resided in her.
Like an endangered animal in the wild, aware of her own adversity, protected herself from predatory eyes.
And only those with sufficient food for thought could be graced with her attention.
Though animal was one of her many forms, at her truest, she was the Golden Lady.
Her transformations were only to display her many facets. Ginsu-knife wit and intelligence that rivaled the sharpest blades.
Iridescent aura, captivating his senses.
He yearned for the aroma, and the determination to be near it once more drove him.
Remiscing of how her kiss were transactions of energy to his soul.
She dreamt of more than what her current world had to offer. He dreamt the same.
He wasn’t afraid to live when with her.
- D.L -
I am not your hero.
Nor can I save you from you.
The protagonist and antagonist in your story is you.
Once you realize that, you will have conquered that of which strikes your soul with such conviction.
But I cannot save you.
For you already possess the tools to defeat the inner demons that claim records of victory on your spirit.
Once you understand that, you will stand over your insecurities with a roar of strength. Knowing that you can conquer any that dare cross you like the past transgressions once did.
But I cannot save you; for I am not your hero.
Your soul is need of you.