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blissfully unaware
El tema: “persigue lo que te persigue”
Querido mi corazón,
Escribo porque te amo.
Stop.
Stop chasing doors that were closed because you were reminded how good they made you feel.
Like Adele said…it’s virtually chasing pavements,
Pointless.
There is no destination.
None.
It’s a feeling that excites your body and assaults your mind,
But when you finally have it in hand, between your legs, within your arms, below your thighs or whispering in your ears,
It’s then you realize…
This didn’t quench my thirst, it didn’t feed my soul or captivate my mind.
Bam, bam, bam, and then BAM!
All done.
But you’re still waiting, still wanting,…
Are we even in the blocks yet? you ask
When did the race even begin?
you lost.
You lost.
You lost a little piece of you.
To a moment totally unworthy.
You sold yourself short.
You settled for losing without even entering the starting block.
You decided to lose.
Consciously.
Maliciously
And absolutely fallaciously.
Stop chasing things that only make you feel good.
Momentary satisfaction.
Nothing close to bliss.
Nothing close to even watching a recycled Youtube copy of André Rieu and his Johann Strauss Orchestra playing “The Beautiful Blue Danube”…
Absolutely Nothing.
Disappearing…
Just as quickly as it came.
It’s like money unearned.
Like a crush on Mr. Tall, Dark and substance-less Handsome.
You find it empty,
beautifully lacking in anything worth wanting in their absence.
Dris,
Chase more of what feeds your inner most core.
Chase long walks at 2 am under the glaring stares of the still dark night
Chase long, slow, sensual devouring of each others’ mind and body.
Watch his soul ignite through the fire in his eyes.
Watch him love the very atoms that make you light.
Watch him summon the angels to celebrate your existence on earth as if you were God’s greatest gift to the entire universe and all it’s galaxies.
Fall in love with a photographer.
They see the most beautiful parts of you.
Fall in love with a musician.
They feel the vibration of the energy of your soul.
Fall in love with a violinist.
He will delicately pluck all the right chords…turning you on in an unimaginable fashion.
Fall in love with someone who can wait.
Who waits to have you in proper.
Waits for you to sublime…
Watch him take you with your eyes wide shut.
Stop.
Wait.
Toma nota en que te persigue.
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