Take me to the mountaintop and strip me down. Strip me to my most vital essence. Let the gravity of the universe press itself upon my chest, let it caress my neck and spine. A sultry slow dance, far above the ground, free of preconceptions, where only the elements know my name.

Nature, it's unadulterated form. Here, in this freedom, there is power. But the universe dominates me. That is how I would have it. To be a muse for the master called life. God’s creation, a dancing nymph, a cherub whose horn casts over valleys and seas. The truest form, where instinct is strength, where the primal is divine. Where our adopted reality is cast aside.

Freedom.

Far beyond the context. Deep in a place where no map has charted. But I know the way, for it is written on the back of my heart. I am present though unseen, finding my way through the deepest blue, an ocean where there’s room enough for me, and you. The ocean embraces me, fixes its passionate grip upon me, then pushes me out, only to chase me until I return.

Human.

I want you around. I know you see it in my eyes. Let’s get away, to palm trees, beach views, or wherever you might say. I just need something to pull it out of me. To make me feel alive. To know that this experience is real, that it’s lucid, that it’s tangible, that it’s felt.

Let the tides pull me under. Don’t be bashful, dive in. Fuck modesty. Scream. I need to feel it. Tell me this is real. Bring it out of me. Evoke that emotion, all of its hot intensity. Set my heart into overdrive. Take my breath away.

I need to feel it. In presence or in absence, in longing or redemption.

The world is moving so fast. I feel it in a blur. Make it slow. Freeze this frame. I know this moment will pass, but can it last forever? Time moves on, but I will forever be stationed here.

I want to always be crying these tears.

⧟

The Sands of Time

November 20, 2021

Take me to the mountaintop and strip me down. Strip me to my most vital essence. Let the gravity of the universe press itself upon my chest, let it caress my neck and spine. A sultry slow dance, far above the ground, free of preconceptions, where only the elements know my name.

Nature, it's unadulterated form. Here, in this freedom, there is power. But the universe dominates me. That is how I would have it. To be a muse for the master called life. God’s creation, a dancing nymph, a cherub whose horn casts over valleys and seas. The truest form, where instinct is strength, where the primal is divine. Where our adopted reality is cast aside.

Freedom.

Far beyond the context. Deep in a place where no map has charted. But I know the way, for it is written on the back of my heart. I am present though unseen, finding my way through the deepest blue, an ocean where there’s room enough for me, and you. The ocean embraces me, fixes its passionate grip upon me, then pushes me out, only to chase me until I return.

Human.

I want you around. I know you see it in my eyes. Let’s get away, to palm trees, beach views, or wherever you might say. I just need something to pull it out of me. To make me feel alive. To know that this experience is real, that it’s lucid, that it’s tangible, that it’s felt.

Let the tides pull me under. Don’t be bashful, dive in. Fuck modesty. Scream. I need to feel it. Tell me this is real. Bring it out of me. Evoke that emotion, all of its hot intensity. Set my heart into overdrive. Take my breath away.

I need to feel it. In presence or in absence, in longing or redemption.

The world is moving so fast. I feel it in a blur. Make it slow. Freeze this frame. I know this moment will pass, but can it last forever? Time moves on, but I will forever be stationed here.

I want to always be crying these tears.

⧟

The Sands of Time

November 20, 2021