Why Live? Why die? — To love is to know pain....

#whisperingechoes 📝
I hate to tow the of path love. That street always taste bitter, forget that the papers paint it sweet.
To love is to grief.
How you tie your self or try to, on another's existence. It has kept eluding me, I feel love is like a shadow. It swings like a pendulum.
One minute the shadow is at 3'clock, next it's at 6.
I am a very different kind of person. The earthly definition of wealth is what is remaining for the world to fully understand this and see. I don't think there is anyone anywhere that is a replica of me.
I am loyal.
I have never betrayed a friend.
Never have I snitched even on an enemy.
What I can't say to your front, never airs at your back.
I love my mother but I am angry that she birthed me without my permission into a setting I wouldn't have approved.
I cannot bear a child without having certain streams of income.
This life.
No structures.
Across borders.
Are we even here.
We in a gigantic body?
We a cancerous tumor in another being's belly?
Your God?
Your devil?
One who writes "mop" as "bop" wanted to strike an argument with me about God and how I came to be. How can I?
I say what I want, work to get it.
I approach a man I like and say my mind.
My mind.
I flirt with words.
Never flirted with two men on same emotional flow.
I will love to be wealthy, working towards it.
I will love to travel the world, working towards it.
Do not try to box me up, I will bust the box and strut out.
I was writing about love. Again to love is to know pain. You keep wanting the beloved to be like you, see things as you, appreciate you as you do of them, announce or hide you, to have clairvoyant powers and read your mind before you say the words. Hurting yourself in the process.
I have decided.
To love when I can.
Let go the minute I began to make demands.
The essence of marriage remains elusive to me, yet I yearn for companionship in some of my frequencies, next minute I want to be alone in a whole castle, another time in a tight space....hole.
I may or never harvest the nuptial fruit, nor tie it.
I will for sure rub skins and minds with my kinds.
Today you love.
Tomorrow the loved is gone.
They say it is their lord's will.
A will you knew before existence.
Why introduce one who you will exit at the apex of living.
Why die?
Why live?
© Vera Chidera
These are my organized chaotic whispering echoes, no part of it should be reproduced in any way without my consent.
