“Once you have read a book you care about, some part of it is always with you.”
— Louis L’amour
This is a place to share the mundane details around us,of in all its sensuality. And for me to relish in beauty of my muse and what she means to me. This blog is for 18+ and may have NSFW. Don't be fooled by the word "pornography", I don't want everyone's perversion, I have my own..
And I apologize for any grammar or spelling errors, it's the damn iPhone .
“Once you have read a book you care about, some part of it is always with you.”
— Louis L’amour
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When the slice can’t fit in the toaster.
“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.”
— Vladimir Nabokov
The errands before were just chores. Both had argued, complained and felt pressured on completing such tasks.
Fights over driving skills, appointments and the trivial, had many times left them silent. “Should have done” statements left them bitter and resentful. Whole trips bundled up in silence.
They couldn’t remember when the first words were spoken, but something was said or felt that open a door to a new relationship.
They were no longer parent and child in that car or on their errands.
At home, that relationship would be folded and tuck away like a note passed in class., waiting to be seen again in secret or to be found on children’s book pages.
But in the car, driving on curving forested roads, there relations blossomed and grew.
Maybe it was Ganesha upon the back of a mouse, who unlocked the latch that closed their hearts, opened bottled feelings and found hidden desires.
Only he was able to remove such things. Had he heard the pleas of their souls or the prayers of others, or maybe the Buddha had even asked?
He was the only one who could catalog such talks of the soul, of life times into tomes that could reach only a fullest of moons, as it poured out like from a spilled treasured cup.
Had he remembered them in previous lives, as schoolmates, or siblings, but mostly as best of friends.
Their talks came from deep within each other, of subjects they could understand.
With smiles, tears, and honest feelings they talked about everything, as the Sun bared witness and unseen passengers scribe.
They speak of, artists, poets, and doctors, of lovers, muses, marriages, affairs, and of boys and men, about a little girl here and there, and elephant foreheads and crab claws, they speak of divorces and step parents, anger and sorrow, and of jealousy and true love beyond the bounds of a city, islands or states, of soul mates, of multiple rebirths, bearing of children, and of sex and desire, of orgasms and fulfillment, of treasures and the mundane, of houses of redwood and apartments, of art school ascetics, they speak of seeing and seeds growing, of self worth, confessions and freedom, and of silence. They spoke of illness, madness and of death, and act dying by one’s own hand and the hand of karma. Nothing left unsaid.
The spoke about what love truly is.
Ganesha took notice.
They talk about so much, as if they had so little time. The universe could only hold them to such a time table.
Sometimes it all hurt, as it unraveled, as the veil was slowly removed from there eyes, as if they were beyond the looking glass.They both had wondered it were others like them in the world. They had each other now and that was good enough, even if the moments could be temporary.
FIVE PEOPLE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH:
1. the one who breaks your heart; it hurts. it hurts watching them be perfectly okay when you’re sitting in the quiet of the night, ripping your bloody chest out of your heart. their taste lingers on your lips for months after and the warmth of their words feels like daggers. did they love you? do they, when they’re looking in the eyes of someone else, think of what you used to have? do they cry? do they even miss you? probably not.
2. the one whose heart you break; you didn’t mean to. something changed and the fire that once burned brightly inside your chest was dark. the soft lull of their once lovely laughter falls flat on your ears and you pull away. you pull away, repulsed by how desperate they try to cling and angry at yourself for ever falling out in love with them.
3. the one who never loved you; you clung onto them like a growing vine, twisting inwards and growing flowers on their surface. they looked so happy with you wrapped around them, willing to bend until you were close to breaking. they loved the idea of you, you loved them. they loved using you, you loved their smile. they love causing your pain, you loved their attention.
4. the one who gives love a new meaning; saturday mornings never felt so refreshing. the sound of their gentle singing swells your heart with uncontrollable love, making you smile at the liberating thought of spending your life with them. they take you out for midnight drives, make you feel loved with every touch, and give you a meaning to exist. they’re emotional, raw, and just the person you need. the person you love.
5. yourself; it takes time. it takes time to stop trying to destroy yourself at every minute but it happens.. the uncooperative hair that you once screamed about frames your face perfectly, illuminating the eyes you once swore to hate. the weight on the scale doesn’t match the accomplishments littered around your home. the laughter of your spouse, the pitter-patter of the children’s feet (human or pet), and the scent of your favourite dish filling the kitchen.
yeah. you fell in love. but nothing will never match falling in love for the first and last time.
“Do the scary thing first, and get scared later.”
— Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?
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