| Among the garden stands two lovers. Man and Woman in synthesis, eyes gazing into the others to discover it is their own reflection glistening back. Fingers intertwined, never letting go. In love. Two flawed and perfectly human beings enraptured by the beauty and perfection that is this love. I was once that woman. A long time ago. Each time I dove back in those waters, I never went in as deep. Always thinking there was a limit to those ocean floors, each time more cautious and calculated than the last. When the only cement I hit were the walls of my armored heart. I want to breathe again, I want to love and be loved. If I never have, then I want to experience it for the first time. The feeling of what it is like for someone to love the you behind the body. Behind the flesh. Can one love blindfolded? Can he look behind the flesh and see the sadness there.. Someone who has mistook her contempt for esteem. And her vacancy for freedom. |
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