I have no words for myself - just the simple notion that when it comes to the will of the universe, I am as powerless as I've ever been. I know what's happening, it's so clearly evident that it's kind of hysterical. The stage is being set for the greatest downfall I have been privy to, and perhaps the one that shall finally catapult me away from reality and on a crash course towards the moon. Because sometimes the future changes so quickly and completely that we are only left with the haunting unawareness of what to do next. We can choose to be afraid of it, to stand there trembling, not moving, collapsing beneath the pressure to above all else, keep breathing. We can assume the worst, that we are undeserving, unworthy of a destiny transcending common circumstance ... or we can firmly step forward, with the faintest of smiles and the most powerful of gazes, with resolve and a steady hand, with blazing passion and uncontrollable determination. We can take a leap and assume our future will be simply brilliant.
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He wants you to take over control. To feel you everywhere as you touch him anywhere. There is no denying that what is being born is something not of this world. It is alien in the way it morphed from nothing and came into existence from the sheer power of the passion which fuels this unlikely union. You slam him against the wall and he slams you right back, losing one another in a fiery display of our most primal urges and instincts. The rush, as day turns into night and as night turns back into day, with both of you still breathless from consuming each other time after time, makes the boy who dreams, believe that indeed, sometimes, even his wildest fantasises can come true. He just has to be patient enough, strong enough, graceful enough to wait through the hardships and be ready when inevitably, the world is at his feet.
