Last night's work was something different.
Sorrow was everywhere on the paper and I could not stop it.
I wrote something with heart a few months back and yesterday, an event forced me to rethink...
One day, I wrote;
The urge, to have the naked touch. The need to be skin to skin near...
The feeling that you somehow want to get inside the body of the one lying next to you. It seems like they really, in some levels, want to merge...
They want to make a tie, and this tie becomes the both of them entangled in one body. This body, is both of them merged.
This body is them, the result of that urge.
We call that body, a child...
But, today, I'm gonna question.
What if they are forced to break that tie?! What if they, against their will and desire, are given the body they were not expecting to see themselves in?
God knows how much I'm struggling to write these stuff now...
What if they have to kill the body they've been wanting since god knows when?!
The pain...
The Sorrow...
The wound...
The blood...
The time...
The chaos...
The disappointment...
I just have no answer to that now. Too big of a deal for me to make a cocclusion by words.
So they just spilled on the paper...
Thank you.
Peace! 🖤
