transcendent states of being isn't that what everyone is searching for, needs? an other to call us towards a journey, unknown dare us down a path, have the courage to see where it leads something, somewhere, someone to wake us out of our sleep, truly see us, covet and "not again", forsake us "what is it they say about a trip?", he said.. "half the fun is getting there".. all i know, is there is no one else to make all the lights, somehow suddenly turn on, I'd give anything to sit amongst his "dream delivering" stare possessing something, possessed then, here, me as if everything i placed meaning, before somehow now, doesn't mean, a fucking thing not in the way it used to, at least like the prayer hungry, thirsty for a towering, tenderhearted priest like the detached attached to a drive for release caged and displaced, proper place wild woods, freed selfless, a sacred state, capable of but only for the exceptional, a place inside, a wellsprings of love he is that for me, immeasurably it is nothing i planned, like the "please", pleased without pause, in pleasurably to even feel that here, this land of fear death, so as not to live life such a gift, the gift in me, he moments without questioning everything, his reaction, inside how can i love him, enough, like I've died only to find, i haven't really lived not in twelve lifetimes, until his inspire, all to give because i am human, and skinless, underneath so sick of the limits, the labels like the same old avenues, streets walked down and walked through nothing electric, nothing new until the day he showed up, in a car "just some guy", filled, a universe of stars that i couldn't have known, would change everything, alter my inner world, enlighten the scars lightning, they say, "never strikes twice" so he only had to strike once, take a chance, roll the dice "because, if not, what is living, then, for?" asks the man for whom the meaning, here, found unwavering love as in, bound to in a boundless state of transcendent adore. (a belonging like the "be" in become, an ever expanding universe of thought, feeling, experience, care, beyond one) bowen hart roselli 10 july 2020 ringwald love
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