Ephemeral Delusion

Sunday, April 17, 2011, 11:06 PM

To where lies the secret dungeons, akin to inundated imaginary man-dug underground tunnels linking North Korea and China, I want to learn how to make sense of the language of nature.

55% water is what I am made up of. So are you.

I want to be your lover and your fighter. To see your invigorating smile and enviable body, that truly mystifies me beautifully like no other, charm and charisma personified. Obnoxious they say you are; bad tempered they say you are, they will warrant to basically disappointment because I don't care. I wouldn't have bothered spending time if I wasn't serious.

However the only last hurdle lies within me. I wish I could torch the ambivalent half of me: disguising fear, insecurities, sadness with sarcasm. Look through the veil and you will see them all bare. I might need a little patience and guidance from you.




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