I accept my fate and swallow.
Drowning in words that do not exist yet...yet existed before our time. Recalling memories of never having a mind. Blurring everything while blending into nothingness. Where do I begin?
My lips kiss myself in you. Your hand reaches so deep into me...you could touch yourself. My tongue taps the roof of your mouth discovering the true name of God. Your fist strikes fear into my heart...literally...figuratively...thankfully...
Fear kept me delicately divided. Anxiety gave me the strength to gather my scattered pieces. Adrenaline pulled me away from the edge. Self-preservation filled me with a subtle regret: I could've died this way...or finally started to live.
|Desire by Bhanuwat Jittiyuthikarn|