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Free Falling

One look at you and I am reduced to my most basic self

A soul with empty slots that need filling

A single breath in my direction

I quiver

Nervous streaks run down my spine

A single touch

I disintegrate

I’m falling, deep

You

You do that to me

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On Lucifer’s Wings of Love

A blank canvas always gives the painter an illusion of innocence

But there are voices in the stern silence of the dark night if you listen closely

The Hugo Boss stained ambience clandestinely

Musks the stench of yet another bleeding heart

They probably should have never said hello

Along Hallowed hallways paved on promises of everlasting lust

These lilac scented lies have brought you a beautiful truth laced in fiction

They’ll have you thinking dreams come true on Louis Vuitton sheets spread out on huge Victorian beds in rooms whose vintage walls have bounced off more of Jezebel’s echoes of ecstasy than any Chinese brothel in the capital

I thought she knew, that the devil was the most beautiful angel ever created.

There’s no fate in hesitation

Words that inspired me today:

Fate doesn’t come to you at just anytime. At the very least if you want to use the term fate, it should happen, often at the most dramatic moments brought by coincident. That’s what makes it fate. That’s why, another term for fate is timing.

If I had not been caught at any of those dame traffic lights…if any of those red lights had helped me, even once….I could be standing in front of her as if it were fate. My love was always held back by that thing they call timing. That dame timing.

[But I was wrong.]

In the end, fate and timing do not just happen out of coincidence. They’re products of earnest simple choices that make up miraculous moments. Being resolute, making decisions without hesitation, that’s what makes timing.

He wanted her more than I did. And I should have been more courageous. It was not the traffic lights fault. It was not timing. It was my many hesitations.

KJH- Reply 1988