I fell into an absent minded slumber,
One where it was impossible to raise,
Unable to rise from which I fell I found an mattress of curiosity which I continuously fell under the conditions which I could barely explain.
I seeped deeper feeling every thread of fabric.
Giving myself something perhaps I didn't know existed.
I abandoned what I knew as moral reasoning.
Instead, choosing to let this sensation take control.
For once I felt like I had found a place that felt like home.
In every sense of the word.
Existing in every sound my heart chose to utter where words only complicated everything.
I found passion in exploring the unknown, the constant thought that loomed every thought I came face to face with.
The comforter splashing beneath me grasping the back of my head. The back of my body.
I refused to fabricate this as a scandal,
Giving myself something I've never before experienced.
Allowing myself to become attached to every fiber, every thread.
Lukewarm flutters wrinkling beneath my body, the pleasure of falling in complete comfort.
I conclude hating myself for not experiencing this subtle sensation sooner, for not desiring to break away from what I thought was life in it's full meaning.
Instead allowing the full embodiment of acceptance.
Finding that I was the only thing holding me back
Falling into the liberation of her heart
I've still yet to wake