Sometimes, the tragic thing is having to step back from the grand gesture, to turn the volume down. Icarus might not have been destroyed if he had only looked down...
But it often makes me wonder: what would life be like without the boundaries of fear, and doubt? What would life be like if none of us feared, in our heart-of-hearts, that we were Icarus too? Do we turn from a sun that would destroy us, our do we clip our own black wings?
What if none of us had a fear of falling?
What if all of us were engines of Desire?
Who would you chase? Who would feel the soft velvet burn of your hunger?
Ouroborous is not a single entity, but a duality; The devourer and the devoured become one. An incendiary cycle where the feeding fuels the fire. The Phoenix as a metaphor for seduction and consumation
I miss Texas.
I miss her sweat and taste.
But it often makes me wonder: what would life be like without the boundaries of fear, and doubt? What would life be like if none of us feared, in our heart-of-hearts, that we were Icarus too? Do we turn from a sun that would destroy us, our do we clip our own black wings?
What if none of us had a fear of falling?
What if all of us were engines of Desire?
Who would you chase? Who would feel the soft velvet burn of your hunger?
Ouroborous is not a single entity, but a duality; The devourer and the devoured become one. An incendiary cycle where the feeding fuels the fire. The Phoenix as a metaphor for seduction and consumation
I miss Texas.
I miss her sweat and taste.
fractal:
I've found...I've realized...that I do what my heart tells me. She screams sometimes, and I've got no choice but to listen. Sometimes she gets me in trouble, but consequences always come last.
amitabha:
Wow... that was a really well thought out reply to my journal. Where did you come from anyhow? I take it you know that fat fucking hippie fractal?