This was sent to me, written for me and I think it's one of the most beautiful things I have ever received. This must be how girls feel when they are given roses.
Tell me what you think.
The Lion versus Myself..two very strong competitors. The Lion was massive. He was strong and vulgar yet young and wise and so beautiful. I looked wondrously into his eyes, but was careful not to blink. He could move faster than i’d imagined, and I didn’t want to miss a thing. I was silently screaming for him to take me on, even at the risk of being painfully devoured by him. He knew I was on fire...this made him afraid. He’d never had someone see through him like I did. I read him like the countless books i’ve absorbed in my lifetime. This made him vulnerable, but I never took advantage. I wasn’t afraid of being close to him.I wasn’t afraid of what he was capable of doing to me. I wasn’t afraid of his eyes or his rage. I wasn’t afraid of the dark. I wasn’t afraid of the silence. I wasn’t afraid of his height. I was afraid of Myself.
-anonymous
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Have you read "Thus Spoke Zarathustra?" The lion is like the camel. Check it out and let me know what you think. I personally think the Lion metaphor does not suit you.
ReplyDeleteDude, I think that was from your Momz. Creepy...
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