Our symposium.
The girl watching you from her small window in your stomach wonder if you believe in greek mythology about Zeus who had a disquietude by dint of man was originally created with four arms, four legs and one head with two faces, thereupon he divided it into two separate parts, cursing them for spending their lives looking for their other parts.
Are there tallest hearts out there know— when one of them meets the other half, half of his true self, whether he be a young lover or a lover of another kind?
Mine happens to be in a grievous distance, poles apart cities, two countries people measure the gap in the map. I capture mine as a star rupturing out of its own distance, a visual representation of forgiveness, I find myself reading naked orthography from the way he giggles that sometimes sooner I am shapeshifting into the wavelength.
All of a sudden, a thousand years in orbit passed, it discovered a law that ends all misery. It urges my heart to turn 6 again and on spur of moment;
i h o l d
b a c k
m y h a p p i n e s s g a i n s.
(rinzsu)
Thursday, April 26, 2018