Designed for heat

"Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord, my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul will take. Amen." -Child's prayer.

Curiosity drives me into the tile. Pressure entices me to feel. It's the part where I am to inhale, but I won't.

I am no longer running toward you.

For you, now must make haste. There is no imagination here. Only sensibility. And it wasn't I that lost, it is you. And as the sun makes way to arise with you -  as will your shame.

I am resilient. Designed for longevity and heat. Before me I pay respect to memory, lesson, infidelity, and stillness.

Contaminating my ego

Instability refreshes my maker. With his blue print, he must of overlooked my fate. His design clearly resembled a flawless victory, however: as with any great immortality, comes regeneration. Forgiveness, complexity, haste, and endurance tip toed his mind, but his generosity forced edge and reason.

I am humble. Troubled. Blessed. And mangled. Behind beauty is tact, and behind tact lay intelligence. Partnering with intelligence is sin, aggression, and determination.

I am in love. Flattered. And toying with the idea of manifesting what I want.

And if you love me, then set aside everything that is stopping you from feeling me.