You’ve heard the saying, but don’t abuse it, or misuse it, understand subjectively it’s whatever you make it. 🌞
You’ve heard the saying, but don’t abuse it, or misuse it, understand subjectively it’s whatever you make it. 🌞
When everything has already been said, and metabolized, the body doesn’t brace any longer, there is no pull forward.
Only neutrality remains . But the body remembers, what the mind forgets.
Not warmth, but compliance.
Not harmony, but smooth erasure.
A practiced ease that asks nothing back,
that reflects what is wanted
until the wanting forgets itself.
Courteous anesthesia.
A social smile pressed flat against the glass,
polite enough to disappear inside it
Call me cynical if you must. We all have our own philosophy on life and love. Everyone’s experience is uniquely subjective. And I have an earned level of discernment. Judge me if you must.
No one could ever break my heart, because I never expected love.
❤️ Love ❤️
It was not love.
And it was not obsession.
Something much darker and regressive braided the threads of our individuality together to form a fantastical beast.
But I do not have to play into the fantasy.
I’m actually free, to do as I please.