What It's Like - A Word By Moe

"we've got our own grave with both names, it's do or die

i can't hear you but I can feel you, you're by my side

to feel the time move the hues that paint you, you can't hide

we've got our own grave with both names, it's you and I..."

light sweat on my skin...a slightly unbearable heat. no breeze to ease it...no choice but to surrender to it in stillness & silence. both taking me to a singular thought...what it's really like.

after you've eliminated all that could pull your attention away from being completely present, there is only one thing left...the moment. a moment that is meant to be defined by all it could be...all it should be. your mind switches off & in that moment, there's no thought, no plan, no steps to take. no questioning of technique or form. your hands take you to where your passion leads. telling you what you want to taste, bite or touch. surrendered, effortlessly rhythmic...bodies flowing by feeling alone. in that moment...you just want to "feel". to take flight upon this newfound synergistic, symbiotic wind...unafraid & bold. letting it take us to places we had no idea existed outside this coupling. where climax happens from the experience alone...never feeling so free or safe. a new place that becomes our own. none else will ever see it...none else will ever know it...exclusive to us alone...

this...is what it's like...

~moses apollo