If love makes me selfish, then I do not want to ever love again, for freedom is all I desire for my beloved one. But if the same knowledge is the prevention of selfishness and honesty enables mutual understanding but not the renunciation of freedom, then I shall love with all my heart.

It has got to be someone's mind you fall in love with most because there is no peaceful future in constant disagreement..

Artisan

In your hands my body belongs as if it was genetically crafted to fit your touch. You tease my senses each time that we connect and I feel an electric like sensation streaming throughout my entire body.

Your strength makes me weak and I obey your every move. I give in and am fully yours. I bend and stretch to your command as if you were a potter and I was your clay. Your grip is firm and powerful.

The contrast of black and white becomes a tangled sculpture, a piece of art in motion. The intensity of us bursts out into a blur of colour and lust. You could mould me into shape again and again.

You are an artisan, working to perfection.
And I, I am your raw material wanting for your creativity to take over.

Adjusting Pressure

As I am a woman who is led by my emotions,

I can only assume that you are one of the same kind.

But where I reveal my sorrow in words,

you keep yours close to your heart, close to yourself,

closed, locked, kept safe within you.

Little pieces of pain that are better freed,

merely to get rid of but you keep in

as if you took pleasure in the torture that they cause.

Maybe you have been mislead to believe

that you are meant to suffer in silence.

The closest that I can get to your misery

is by the touch of your tears

after they gather in the corner of your eyes

to then slowly roll down your cheeks for me to wipe off.

I know my tears taste salty and

I have the feeling that yours must be bitter.

Bitter drops of relieved agony,

better not caged within your body

for they would ignite your insides.

Therefore do not envy the ones who cannot cry

as they are burning quietly.

I would not care if your tears burned my fingers as I wipe them off,

for I rather have my fingers hurt than your face scarred by them.

I need you to know that time does not heal all wounds,

do not be fooled,

for I know that this is nothing but a myth,

a make-believe.

Do not waste your precious time waiting for salvation.

I wished I could teach you how to use your voice

to adjust the pressure within you,

so that you could take this massive load of your soul

and be free like you crave to.

'The heart is never neutral' (from the film Shanghai)

This is so true.. No matter what we try for our mind to let us believe, the heart will always speak the truth.. But unfortunately it is the mind that deals with circumstances, it is the mind that keeps us sane.. The heart, no matter how true it is, cannot deal with life's issues like loss, freedom, passion, reality, dreams.. This alone is for the mind to deal with and the heart does not have any say in it.. And the sentence 'follow your heart' becomes an impossible task because if we did, we would cross the line to insanity..

Irrationality's merely the cause of feelings being unleashed..

I can only be passionate when faced with passion..