Thoughts of being found when you were so lost give hope of the fondest dreams. It breaths life in to a whole new realm of it's own. To feel is to touch & to see is to look. Most of all, taste is to experience the flavor you never expected. Something perhaps the French gave a name to. It is all too familiar. The scent, of the wild flowers that bloom in the spring. The sweet smell of fruity blossoms that carry through the air by way of a soft breeze. Then it's all of the sudden gone, but the memory remains. Nostalgia brings to mind the essence of a forgotten past, some how the past is brought to life by the smell that swings by. There is a notion that many let pass, the things they refuse to deal with only because they've not gone there before. Warnings are heeded as a way to alert ones self with the identity of the past. Especially when the past hasn't always been so pleasant. What if the past is of another life time though? One to pick up where it had abruptly ended. To revisit the familiarity that felt so bloody good. No, I believe I'll just have to wait patiently as agonizing as it is, too seek the virtues that lay before me. Those nails that scratch. Those teeth that bite. That sound of satisfaction of heavy breathing that sooths the soul. The moans of delight that captures the heart. The taste of warm dripping honey that ends the hunger. The sweet smell of perfume that fills the room.
Oh, how I miss tranquility & it's wonders of delicious ambiguity. To want what your not able to understand is ironic for most. To have it and not realize it, is just plain foolish. The reality is to take it when you can, for it may never come yer way again! Yet, if it does ... You don't need what you already have. If it's lost ... It was never there in the first place.
