If singleness was a Comprehension.
This is not just a phase or a state of mind in one’s lifetime. This could be a re-occurrence of event that might take place several times to create a form of awareness to some self evaluating discovery. A moment of embrace where you have to rediscover who you really are, and what distinguishes you from the others . This moment of truth is were you have to judge yourself from within without external thoughts about your personality, purpose or perspective. The reawakening of the inner mind both conscious and subconscious that allows you to isolate every other ideas, about who you are and your true nature as an individual.
Clarity without comprehension
Like a stream of water flowing down a cliff, without directions they flow right inside the tunnel where the road is paved, directing it course to a streamline direction. Like the wind that blows without any direction in particular, but it’s nature is as clear as it feels. As such Singleness should be without biased thought, clear and precise but without words.
Single but not alone
From the top of the Eiffel Tower, look afar the massive space, feel the wind from every direction, hear the voices that echoes from a distance, the beauty far off from beneath where you stand, the blue sky is up ahead, don’t you just love the colours of the rainbow?
From the taste of good wines to fresh bread from the bakery, how can you not like the songs of the birds and laughters from familiar strangers?.
No need for self validation the reflection of your shadow is enough to show your strength, don’t you just love the smell of good cologne when it’s comes in contact with your skin!
I know You feel it,don’t you?.
When the sun bruises your skin with a kiss, and leave you glowing with a touch, that even your iPhone can’t resist but capture such amazing creature with a selfie and your instinct whispers,
“why don’t we share this with the world”.
Social media popping with beauty from every corners around the world, don’t you just love the faces you see. With great architecture behind every pose tell me how don’t you love the power behind great hands?
Nudity without exposure
Such nudity; beauty without perfection, the Painter describes a portrait with different colorful inks. How magnificent it turns out to be that white wasn’t the only colour there is and one not to be associated with Saints alone.
Isn’t the bedroom such a wonderful place to pray and moan? They say good sounds are made in enclosed space, like a studio,
“I suppose it should have some electronically equipments and mixing”
But the painters studio had a bed and a sheet, a portrait of two naked bodies, you could tell there are in motion, as sweat drives down their skin.
A squirting paint from the painters brush cuddles down her pelvis to create a finishing touch of release. One I suppose would be a good feeling of ecstasy.
But how did I hear the sound, something more like octaves, like a roar that lifted up to the heavens but only to climax with a shattering of every window in this saintly cathedral.
What a piece of art. A picture with a thousand words
I love myself but that is not enough.
In a world of complexity how would you define motherhood. A progeny with your name at the end, don’t you just love the word “Papa”!
Image de moi;
Such wonders; how can such creature as beautiful as this be called mine, My failing self has been reborn in a new image. The glory of my youth is here and that is a testimony.
For in my failing, old and wrinkled self I find solace from the warm embrace that is begotten from me. How do I find words to describe the nature of such magnificence.
If only time was reversible; I would go back and erase all the wrongs I’ve ever done. I can’t decide the fate of this young lad, Now all I do is hope.
Hope
That someday this young lad will bless the earth with greatness,Such greatness that is only found from within. But before then,
“you will have to walk the earth alone, following the ways of men and would be broken down a thousand times”.
Until you find yourself. Your only but others.
