This morning I woke up loving myself more than anyone else, knowing that this is the love I won’t regret giving.
Dim the lights, do not turn it off. Make it just enough to see yourself inside your room. Turn on your speaker and max the bass. Play your jam the music that can loosen your body, the music that seem to be part of your sexuality. Listen and loosen. Move your fingers, strech your neck. Feel the urge to strech, relax and flex. Observe your mind and body as it moves with the music. Run your fingers through your body. Caress yourself and admire your own beauty. Move towards your own choreography. Be aware of what you want, when you want and where you want. Give it to yourself. Build it up. Feel the power of your own touch. Feel the sheets on your skin, the softness of the pillow, the movement of your bed and the energy of your own sexuality. Your body is a gift. It can unfold phenomenon you are not aware of. Follow its natural movement. All this energy would go into your center. You will want to touch yourself but at the same time delay the pleasure cause the movement towards the center is mind blowing. You feel so much freedom and a sense of ownership.
As your body agrees with all that you offered; the music, the vibration, the movement, the beat, the touch, the sight, the smell, and all that there is; you will grant your wish. Fingers will start tracing the way to your center where there is warmth and softness. Your hands will do its trick and choreography that no one else knows how to do. You will give yourself the gift that is exactly what you want and how you want it.
You’ll start dancing with your hands and fingers along the slippery dance floor. The grace of every stroke and movement is perfectly in sync with every atom of your body. You will keep on loving yourself by giving and agreeing to what you desire. You will not stop cause you know when you want to and when you need to. You will pleasure the universe with the art you’re creating; the sound of pleasure, the dance of love and the passion. And when you’re done, you’re body, mind and spirit will collapse as the universe collapse with you!
What you just did is not masterbation, it is a celebration and artistic sexpression.
The moment I would not wish to happen again.
The moment that should have never happened.
The moment that could never be the same.
The moment I wish to forget and wish to always remember without pain.
The moment the universe is US.
The moment where there’s no you and me, only we.
The moment I now hate so much cause I loved you too fast.
The moment I hoped I died after cause I know I could have died the happiest.
The moment that I fell down a never ending cliff.
The moment that bugs became so romantic.
The moment that you can never duplicate or replicate.
The moment that time should have stopped without going back.
The moment I’m sure of everything I am not.
The moment of ultimate silence and chaos.
The moment of beginning and eternity.
The moment of instant high.
The moment when words seem to vanish.
The moment of nothing mixed with everything.
The moment that is original.
The moment of truth and honesty.
The moment of creation.
The moment that all my senses agreed with every part of yours.
The moment the unknown became known.
The moment of wisdom, knowledge and passion.
The moment of realness.
The moment that seem to have its own copyright and trademark.
The moment that seem to be fabricated from a movie but is originally copied from us.
The moment when all the words in every language seem to describe it but at the same time it is still not enough.
The moment of LOVE that could have lasted a lifetime but now there’s none.
Horoscope… Why not?
Words without action
Tears without emotion
Apologies without sincerity
Love without effort
Moments without you
Just when you thought everything is gonna be fine… then you realize you’re just a little bit more fucked up than yesterday.
I’m still thinking about you but this time with less anger, pain, bitterness and all other emotions I can associate with you, less love too I guess. But to be honest, now I really don’t know what loving you is.
I still have lots of questions unanswered. They still do float in my mind. Questions still do pop from time to time but not as often as before. They pop but now I have the power to ignore it bit by bit, not like before. Before when questions starts to arise I formulate my own answers and those answers usually feel so true. Truth really hurts so bad!
These are the typical questions that we all ask and always dare to answer. What is love? How do you love? How do I? How do we? Or did we ever love? Is there such thing as love without forgiveness? Love with condition? Love with standard? Love without self?
Is love the answer to our loneliness? or are we just afraid to be lonely that’s why people say I love you? How is that suppose to feel?
The answer to these questions should not be complicated. I know it shouldn’t be. I know how to love, I told myself that. I think I felt it with you. I knew how to love you. I knew how easy it was. I knew how amazing it was. You are love. We are supposed to be Love… but you made it so complicated now. We made it complicated. That now I forgot how true and simple it should be.