The feelings are left behind.
At last, all that remains is the actions.
Constant contact, just one goal.
The trip is the second best part of it all.
The endurance is the key factor.
The warm feeling, the sweet pain, the release.
My muscles tense, my mouth is sore.
Not even an inch is wasted.
The rising heat is beautiful, makes me invincible.
Red is the color of the rising odds.
The chance of the new life is, fortunately, not there.
It was never a possibility.
It feels more extensive now that is out of my gaze.
The pain is wearing off, now comes the joy.
We draw breath, we draw motion onto ourselves.
We cant stop it.
The fatigue is absent.
The hard word is filled with the red dreams.
The deep land is converging, open to the blood lust.
Hand and knees feel the numbers of the dice.
Maybe it was a bad idea, the meat is.
Regardless, it’s always too late.
The cat rubs the spot, it does not ask for permission.
It does not need it.
The stars taste like the sweetest cup of love.
The lust is the norm of life.
The cosmos is around and beside me.
The pain is shy, it left to another world.
I’m the slave in the middle of the storm.
I have no chains yet i’m in my knees and hands.
I have my freedom but i want more, i need it.
The snow is warm, like the sweetest of them all.
I’m free again.
December 3, 2017.
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