Please allow for me to say What I believe needs to be said. Step aside for one minute And let me through.
I have words flying through my mind And dreams aching out of my soul. I have something to give to this world If only someone will listen.
Do not let your prejudice Decide for you, Rethink your unimagined views And allow me to come through.
For I am here And I am now. I am your future And I am your present And I am your only option. So raise me right And guide me on But do not try to influence me With aged rituals And tired ideas.
Allow me to speak Allow me to tell you my ideas Allow me to take your place Because your time Is up.
Desperate kisses in a crowded room. Murmurs of a promise into an ear. A room full of people all moving as one, Breathing as one. One being: hot and sweaty. Loose minds and even looser bodies. Trembling lips, swift hands, Hot. Breathless. Blurry. Moments of reckless love. Lust. Nothing to gain. Everything to lose. Nothingness. Loneliness. The tragic weight of an empty heart. Aching for a touch. Touches. Lusting for strangers across a dark room. Blind. Deaf. Mute We wait. We wait. We wait. Finding solace in the empty gesture of lust instead of love. Chained to dumb hope. Chained.
So deceiving were the subtle movements, the conversation that kept me thinking, the different perspective I thought I was getting. It’s almost funny, how for a moment I was duped – bright-eyed, optimistic. Almost.