love's conformity
on a sunny pan asian morning,
lounging on the sofa bed,
half dressed,
listening to rock and roll,
and smoking a few joints or so;
i realized, life is a collision of lost souls, all in search of true love.
what have i been chasing this whole time?
the perfect tarragon chicken sandwich? haute horological rolex?
the perfect damsel in distress? or maybe just the real me?
after all, the relationship with yourself is the one that you need to work on for the rest of your life..
blessed with a beautiful smile, she ventures out into the chaotic world.
armed with faulty equipment, choking on the salt water,
suffocating in extreme agony.
being flippant isn't the way.
teeth were bitting her lips, a continuous movement that brings upon an epiphany.
each day, she's absorbing life like a sponge.
learning the absurd, dipping her feet in various oceans.
she longs to live the glamourous life, yet she's desperate,
to understand the lowest of the lows.
empathy is her strong suit, emotions are her driving forces;
variety appeals, constantly colliding with a myriad of lost souls.
but which combination produces the most intense energy?
committing to the institution, is that the right thing to do?
she questions herself, full of doubt.
her beliefs represent an unfinished jigsaw puzzle.
there's still so much left to match.
how does she begin?
she longs to be free-spirited, yet something's pulling her back.
she desires to touch and be touched.
she wants to cherish and be cherished.
but first, she needs to work on her issues.
intimacy isn't a fancy affair.
it's real.
now put on your coat, slip on some loafers,
and start trekking before another moment passes you by.
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