I can’t fathom your resistance, or is it an aversion?
It makes you intangible.
A hard, beautiful nut to crack.
Your eyes are etched in my head, dancing to the sound of riddles from your soul; will the music stop?
My hands are suspended in animation, anticipating the heat from your epidermis.
Will my hands decompose or will you offer your embrace?
I’m working overtime trying to penetrate that brick wall that envelopes you.
How can you possibly breathe?
Are you of ambivalent descent, because you occupy two alternate realities?
One unknown and the other a comfort zone.
Your revolving world does not exist.
Take off your shoes and wear mine.
Shall I resign my efforts and leave you behind your safe and secure wall?
Or are you ready to fly to freedom, soar above the mundane of familiarity?
Where is your brave camaraderie handshake?
Why do you hide behind a veil of mystery?
Mystery isn’t always a factor of attraction.
For it is the boldness of action that makes a man shine!!
Dust off your fear unfailingly; replace it with faith.
Does the memory of your yesterdays keep you sullen at a standstill?
Those days have vanished.
There is a unicorn at your door waiting to escort you to my ocean, where I stand at the edge of the shore, resisting the tide.
It calls me, whispers violently to embrace the waves and set myself free into a myriad of variety that I see, but hesitate to touch.
You have stolen something from me and the heavens will retrieve it if your tongue remains broken.
You have murdered me repeatedly with your sharp, missing tongue; bloody holes remain in my upper region.
I’m at the ocean, frustratingly perplexed, fiercely annoyed, severely bored, freakishly happy, utterly intrigued, hopelessly curious, and completely interrupted.
I’m at the ocean murdered by silence; will you join me or shall I jump in?