I am not really the crying, wailing, damsel- in- distress type of girl, as such being vulnerable is something i leave for the kind of people that sit on Oprah's couch.
But while i may not have developed tear ducts yet (working on it) i thought id do something a little different this time, so here you have it: a tiny glimpse behind the wry smile.
"Words pulling heartstrings while hands grab fabric,
As breathless whispers shout words with meaningless meanings
And the layers peeled off are both fabric and infinitely more.
Hands convulate with hopes while hearts coerce bodies
As souls and history fight a bloodless war
And the fight is both won and lost and misunderstood.
Heartstrings dragging feelings while eager hands intertwine
As bodies say what mouths have silently screamt
And the sound heard is both words and exponentially more.
There is something about chemistry, something about electricity that goes beyond logic,
Something that goes beyond knowing better and being better:
There is something about the reckless abandonment of reason and rationale that speaks to the part of us that lies hidden behind propriety and social codes,
There is something that shouts and cajoles us into euphoria, into love and lust and last.
Lust lugging love crushing logic harbouring truth
As the mind concedes what the heart unknowingly knows
And the answer is incessantly more complex than the simplicity of not knowing.
That is the trick of light,
The trick of a smile and a touch and a forehead kiss,
That is the trick of life:
As simple and complicated as knowing that you do not know."
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