somewhere between fear and boldness, freedom and commitment... and being a sinner or a saint... there's me and mine. hidden tween the norms muscle memory has carved into the souls of men are the ones exhausted by either side of the valley. it's lonely here sometimes... but sometimes it isn't.
many are afraid to venture into these spaces. where the rules are different and based solely on brutal truths and introspection that can only be articulated outside of tradition. where words like love, passion, consideration, respect and honor are more than just punch lines worn like badges picked out of cereal boxes to impress others. here, serving as guiding principals instead. the selfish may try to use them to take what they want and the self-righteous may try to critique them out of existence but that is what makes them so exclusive.
in these spaces, passion is more than what you simply want... it is where you are allowed to float an existence of yourself that perfectly fits into a certain configuration designed before time was time. in these spaces, there is no guilt and there is no shame... only the discretion that shields those that would never truly understand the hunger to express the divine order found in the nucleus of what so many would consider chaos. what's here? beauty and purity too real to ever feel wrong and its the very reason why there are so few here with me now. when everything is guided by truth... lies can no longer serve as viable band-aids.
for my part, you can keep your reality and norms as these will most likely have very little to do with me unless the need arises. oh but my love... find me as the badly needed intermission that exists as the hidden constant that needs no accolade or praise. only the need to fulfill its purposed design... in these spaces ordained by love...
where intent... is king...
~moses apollo
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