There’s just something so innately beautiful about the human form. Utterly amazing! It goes far beyond nudity and far beyond pornography. It’s pure artistry at it’s very centre. The shapes and perfections for each vessel to function in its own special way is absolutely mind-blowing. When you think of just how intricate, just how flexible, just how capable and just how attractive (spiritually and magnetically) the human form is, your jaw drops. Either that, or you’re not human nor are you an artist or an appreciative being!
I’m serious. Go go down on one knee, bow your head, clasp your hands, close your eyes, look up to the sky, stare blankly into the distance – HECK! Whatever it is you do when you meditate and speak thanks or blessing into your life and the lives of others – and SAY A PRAYER FOR YOURSELF!!! Whatever it is you desire or want to achieve, speak those dreams into being. Amen
It’s up to us to decide what’s written in the books of tomorrow. I also urge you who’s reading this to read at least one piece of literature every four months. There’s a wealth of knowledge and inspiration. Reading and knowing make sure that nobody can fool you. Nobody can trick you.
Today, it’s much like reading a book with blank pages. Nobody really knows or says anything. It kinda just goes to show that we truly aren’t sure how to express ourselves.
There’s nothing like that kiss that stops your every thought! That one that was so good that you didn’t even care if you weren’t breathing! The one that keeps you biting your lip and questioning if it was all a dream…
Why do people do this? Write on each other’s walls or something. The inbox was created for your nonsense anyway! UGH! Oh well… The gossip-mongers must love this trend. One man’s junk…
Just thought to myself, it’s been a while since I saw a good fireworks display. The last time I did was when I kissed the most beautiful girl I’ve EVER laid eyes on. Our first kiss. That was the most amazing fireworks show ever. Thank you Mecer and St Johns High School for that. Hahahaha!
It was one of my favourite things to do before I got old and lazy hahahaha. I used to go out and run in the rain. Fully clothed. Those deep heavy breaths when the little drops of cold water would hit your skin and your chest would heave with joy, wonder, happiness. That emancipating rush of adrenalin that got you dancing to the pitter patter on the ground below. The rhythm which, every time you heard it, was different. Electrifying. The petrichor (noun. the smell of rain on dry earth) would ignite the pathways of your nostrils, through your brain, through your heart, to your soul. How wonderful it was to scream and shout for joy. Nobody cared how much noise you’d make when it rained. I loved that. That very act would almost seem to solve all my problems for me. It’s suffering when it doesn’t rain.
We used to Live on Rose Road and we’d go out on the balcony most nights and watch Johannesburg, South Africa light up and enjoy itself.
I remember taking my last girlfriend up Munroe Drive in Houghton. That was one of the most magical nights I’ve ever had. We watched the city hustling and bustling from atop the hill. Pointing out Sandton, Northgate Dome, Northgate Tower, Rosebank Mall, and various other land marks.
It’s really random but nature and the landscape do so much to strengthen and inspire relationships.
I think what intrigues me most about eyes is the curiosity behind my own. The curiosity in the stories those eyes have to tell. What have they seen? That glint in the eyes of the joyous. Those sorrowful mirrors reflecting the pain in the world around them. Those piercing glances before an, “I LOVE YOU”.
Wondering what thoughts waltz behind those pearls…