The flames of flesh

[Larsus]

At first I whispered it, wishing strongly and dearly that I did not really say, that I did not even thought of it, let alone that you would hear it…but I did,, I had, you heard and there it was.. the dreadful death of a another sweet promising beginning..the abortion of love, its perfection –as we think of it-destroyed in one short nonexistent second that it took for the awful truth to be revealed

Isn’t a soul in love amazingly, monstrously, surprisingly shocking and brave when realizes the true color of its love? You have to love those rare moments when your faith in love meets the face of love (the so-promised one), and your soul speaks to you so genuinely and tenderly that you wonder: what was that?

And there, at that moment, goes all that unwritten- yet- to- happen- great love story, when you carelessly say out loud, (well, loud enough for me), what your soul confesses to you ..in strict confidence…privately, tenderly, lovely:

“But-honey (bunny), I ‘m too big for you, too big for you ….(((to love me)))”

I wish you could hear me saying that again …not your ego, your soul.

[Henri]

Larsus... WHY?!

[Larsus]

beacuse, I don't know what to do with that dragging and begging of someone's love make-believe wish/apology ...

it's flying around, burning itself with a stinky flame as a bad masturbating omen dies .. the collapse of principles so falsely valued, completly unaware of the great transformations in your soul

moreover, becasue, the flesh, this distinct feature of profound natural discomfort with its vivid bright color tastes so darn good