Isolation

The presence of others discomforts you.

As you surround yourself with solidity, you feel lonely, but at least you’ve got your thoughts as a safe harbor.

You know you shouldn’t isolate, but you feel as though you can’t help it for it’s the only way you feel at ease.

“Surround yourself with people,” they say. “Don’t allow yourself to be alone with your thoughts,” they say.

They’ve got their reasons, the isolater’s got theirs.

What’s worse? The loneliness or the discomfort?

Take my hand in yours and accompany me through.

Approach me with your lips of scarlet, as I lose myself in every bit of you.

You’d lay me then on your carpet, I’d run my fingers along the rough surface and allow my eyes to wander as you took your sweet time wandering down with those sweet lips of scarlet until I’d feel it inappropriate to have my hands by my side and would run my hands through your hair, holding on, clasping as I’d begin feeling myself become helpless at the will of your tongue.

Light up the incense,
Release your inhibitions and let the music penetrate your soul.
Breathe in the sweet scents, become one with the humid air, the marble floor.
Shake the commodities away, taste liberation.
Dance in your naked sweat, be content with your foggy reflection.
In this world, a world to yourself, there is no need to be self-conscious.
Merely glance at your form of incarnation, and think nothing of it, for it is only flesh.