Sitting...anticipating the rejuvenation of life. Not as a biological entity, nor as
an anatomical product of sexual reproduction. But a human, in its purest form,
inately entitled to happiness, exhiliration, anger, infuriation, lust, love, jealousy,
hate of and with self. Against my will, I have been stripped of my zest for
existence. The blissful ignorance that I grasped so tightly as a youth has been
usurped by a jaded overstanding of the inequities and injustices of my world.
But, it is because I am of my world that I can appreciate the perpetual possibility
of a life different to my own. I can revel in the realization that every passing
moment is an opportunity for change.
My mind sits...heavy in reservoirs of self-actualization.Cloudy. My thoughts
intertwine with cummilous clouds settling subtly above mountains of indignation.
Pristine horizons engulf my insecurities as rivers give way to an everlasting stream
of consciousness. Water runs like libations poured in rememberance of ignorance
and innocence. And yet, nothing of self is sufficient. Want and desire lay within the
realm of my very existence; reaching, clawing, pawing, yearning for that passionate
eclipse. The ORGASMIC instant of animalistic, primal oneness could not be uttered
by virgin lips. NO! it must be spoken is painful tounges of experience and tragedy.
