Deviations II

what do i want? what do i want to do right now at this particular moment?

that curve covered by a purple cloth and those bones protruding from the back of the foot, those weak bones and that blue thick cloth stuck with the thin legs

i want to complete an incompleteness in my chest. there is so much in there yet there exists an emptiness felt with every breath. or is it a fullness, striving to come out from every breath?  that arm covered with bangles attempted to close the door of the vehicle but could not as the hand slipped.

i have work to do. i have to prepare for tomorrow. i have to have my hair cut. they are so rough. and messy too. i am sure i have some obsessive disorder which is exaggerated by the pornography and ten thousand types of restrains over the fulfilment of the adventures which keep rushing out from many dept…that beautiful face with dark circles around the eyes and that brief conversation which started and ended with a ‘yes’ and the profile of that half covered face with set of perfect teeth and compassionate smile… hs unable to find a resort. imperfection seeks perfection it doesn’t deserve.

Do the acts change the thought or the disposition of thought drive the action? If spirit could live individually, i will throw away the meat and bone. Love is a dirty trick played on us for the continuation of species.

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16 thoughts on “Deviations II

  1. Love is indeed a trick nature played upon us.
    But surprisingly, we cannot stop longing for it no matter how much we rationalize it.
    After all, the trick was played by nature…. the greatest of all players.

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