Let us write a fiction.

Let us write a story. Not of how things ought to be. Not of how things should be. Not of logic and faith and reasoning and the endless arguments we walk ourselves through. But let us talk of what we see. Let us write a story about how things are.

Where love is the only fascination. Where people are our Gods and their acceptance and rejection the only redemption. The only heaven. The only hell. The only punishment, the only reward. The only sin and the only act of chastity, of sainthood. Let us write of the miracle of the feelings we beat to the ground. Let us talk of that yes. The most beautiful emotion in the world. The one worth talking about. The one worth pondering. The one that draws, despite all it stigmas of having become a cliché.

Let us talk of beliefs. Of the labyrinths of the mind. Of things we are fed and told, and that we adopt for our need to anchor ourselves someway.. and somewhere in life. Let us talk of all the things that feed our need to classify our self as someone, in a place and time no one believes they can stand alone. In a place where, were we to know how truly different we are, we would feel uncomfortable in our own skin. We would trade bodies and soul. And we do.. we trade souls each day. We sell them each day. To symbols and beliefs and emblems and insights we don’t truly believe in. In things we talk about. In things we express. In the ways we behave. Even in what we read and ponder. Let us talk of selling our souls.

Let us talk of God. Let us talk of existence. Let us talk of what it means to live to breath. What it means to be. And what it means not to exist. From something to nothing. The natural cycle of something to nothing. And nowhere in nature is there an example of something creating out of nothing.. unless.. nothings collide.. Let us talk of that collision. That mergence, that union.

Let us talk of happiness. and peace of the mind. and anger and sorrow and listlessness. Let us talk of self loathing for no reason and self love that’s inbuilt. Let us talk of sacrifice and gratification. Of using and being used. Let us talk.. honestly lets just get down and touch base.. and talk of beliefs.. of who we are unseen, unexplored, unimagined. Beyond the boundaries of the norm and the acceptable. Beyond the traces of influence and learned lessons and experiences. Like us talk of instincts. Like an animal’s. Of gut reflexes. Let us talk of intuition and the sixth sense. Let us talk of the acute awareness that needs no logic or explanation to walk its course. Let us talk of that.

Not a word unchanged. This is the glory of my existence. and the only thing that truly frightens and yet draws me.. and yet what i want or don’t.. doesn’t matter..