Two
different thoughts form in two different corners of your mind. One is realistic, a natural, perhaps
pubescent thing, the other a forbidden fruit of chaos and immorality. Both common, private things, but both utterly
taboo. You’re hit by the sudden distinctive
thrill that no one knows your secret dreams.
Who has the right to predict your unspoken desires? As the moon rises, your thoughts rush as
quickly as the waves to the shore, ebbing away at the sand, retreating to the
depths, but then surging once more.
Night approaches swiftly, and you know all is safe and protected. Those dark cornered thoughts scream out in
frustration at being isolated, yearning to be set free to merge. With an abrupt loss of control, and yet
willingly all the same, those demented longings careen forward from the
desolate recesses of your mind in a wild frenzy, plummeting toward one another
at the speed of light. With a sharp
intake of breath, a moan of feral need, and a rush of mental wind, the vortex
of your stolen imaginings clash together in an unpredictable, unified
confusion. All is well.
-7/24/2011
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