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Why do we have a sick obsession with fleeting encounters and quick passions We brush the surface of interaction We brush lips we brush hands we brush lives yet never pressing the surface we never press our passions We need to press our lips we need to press our ambitions we need to press our hands we need to press our lives into symbiosis. We are scared for what happens after the blissful, brief, mysterious moment what happens once the surface is broken We fear rejection. We err toward safety- to minimal contact- minimal exposure- minimal risk Our fragile continence’s are limiting our life- our passion- our love. Turn down the offer for fleeting life, fleeting passion, fleeting love. Dare to press deeper- life has more to offer than mitigated risk and passing romances.
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Sick Obsession
Why do we have a sick obsession with fleeting encounters and quick passions We brush the surface of interaction We brush lips we brush hands we brush lives yet never pressing the surface we never press our passions We need to press our lips we need to press our ambitions we need to press our hands we need to press our lives into symbiosis. We are scared for what happens after the blissful, brief, mysterious moment what happens once the surface is broken We fear rejection. We err toward safety- to minimal contact- minimal exposure- minimal risk Our fragile continence’s are limiting our life- our passion- our love. Turn down the offer for fleeting life, fleeting passion, fleeting love. Dare to press deeper- life has more to offer than mitigated risk and passing romances.
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steven-fried
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
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