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“After the determined caterpillar climbs its heights and death defyingly dangles from its limbs and commits to a CrossFit Games effort to cocoon itself… there is nothing to say that its cocooned transformation is painless. In a state too vulnerable for the everyday elements it exists in, left with a shield like barrier and itself, it submits itself to a process that literally resculpts its entire being. And there is no evidence that it just slumbers peacefully; or basks - spa like - im a sauna of in-depth and intrinsic and intimate transformation. Physically and mentally. This being is being equipped to fly. One, that could only walk, is now expected to be adept to and have the awareness of one whose means of transports is inexperienced and virtually unfathomable. And there is no evidence that this transformation is painless. As such, I no longer imagine or anticipate my transformative moments or years to be pleasant, or calm, or comfortable. I now prepare for the fears of vulnerability; the burns of recasting my metaphorical heart; the blunt traumas of forced change; the spasms of exhaustion; the fatigue of trying to understand and link past, through my present into my future. And there is no promise that I can even fathom the awareness, comprehension, and/or the innate instinct that i will become. I wish that I could ask the transforming caterpillar: ‘What keeps you going? Do you even know what a butterfly is? Do you even want to change?’ Because I have been burdened, I have climbed and begun to cocoon myself (out of instinct, off of reaction) and amidst being fully committed to seeing this transformation through - I’m finding myself vastly under-aware and under-prepared… and that is slowly becoming okay. I remind myself to, ‘Trust your Nature’... and then… forcefully Trust my Nature , again… until I have transcended form - anew.” - Pati3ntWo1f (09132019)
Be my ecstasy
Quicken the pace of my heart
Lightly dress confidence over my vulnerability
Just enough
Lead me to get lost
In the sensation of your touch
Timeless these moments
Ours
Tempt me to obsess, ensensed
How gooooood you feel against my skin
Every sound you make
A cascading serenade
With my heart, my thoughts, my body
I dance
Swayed by you
-Pati3ntWo1f
On the first day... they met, they were both completely there in that same place, right then. They touched. They kissed. They held. They dreamed...
On the second day... they were comfortable there, belonged there, completely there in that same place, right then. They grasped and gripped. They pulled close and encompassed. They took turns sucking lips and losing themselves in the other’s gaze. They fantasized...
On the third day... they were not there, but they were in the same place, completely, and had always been. They consumed and were consumed. They shared breaths and were one flesh. They were the fuel for idea, the stirring of the soul, the boundless of the body. They became into becoming and never left... a present progressive defying confines of time and structure... They sparked, created and made, they are...
Loving...
-Pati3ntWo1f
May our bodies be
instruments, and may
our vibrations of intent
be received as song
May its wordless serenade
awaken the infinite within
us, and our galaxies
- down to the atom -
dance and create a chemistry
That only complimentary souls
can.
-Pati3ntWo1f
“Feels great to step back from the moment and see yourself and how breath-taking you've become. I am priveleged that my attempts have reached u,through the fog and chatter; and that u let me lead u to my view point - from where I look upon all that is you. Any awe is not my doing. My credit is only leading you. The view, my view, what has inpspired each word of mine that has moved you to feel and question (in disbelief) how i could see, feel, speak into you as such... is solely you... your doing... your being.”
-Pati3ntWo1f
“And everything that makes you attractive is still on display and seen and recognized to be no less inspiring and enticing than when u powder, perfume, prompt and pose”
-Pati3ntWo1f
I'm crazed by how the thought of you overwhelms my immediately/ and expodiciously exposes my vulnerability exceedingly/ needing this fix, shock, wake up call/ to awaken my ability to be enthralled/ shock becomes awe as numb becomes dumb/ to the sensation that mundane can make ones sensation become/ u conquered (my defenses) I saw (felt u while senseless) we came (and climax consistent)/ forever changed (ever-present and persistent)/ for I thought and dreamed and knew you/ I wished and believed and knew you/ I doubted and denied, coward and lied to myself in the face of your truth/ knowledge of you is spiritual, protecting you is ritual/ wanting you is now habitual, as the idea of living without you is minescule/
-Pati3ntWo1f