The unfaithful
There is definitely something, rather really interesting, being confused, anxious, and vague for a split second, only to resent after it passes. Then you stop, you wish to go back, do what you should have done, to turn around only to see it’s too late or by now too weak to continue.
How hard to come to a decision, even as temptation is immense, but would not fall, not yet.
Unfaithful, is it faith, its antagonist, being faithful what does it mean? Is it a tag to those who have been challenged, who made nearly such but chose not to, or those who have blinded themselves to forcefully abstain from their carnal self. Is it pure, if such how can one know if the contrary is not known without taint.
Exhausting for the answers, it eludes, how can it feel so right yet crush with guilt. Falling without resolution, surging all out of me, filling my veins with pleasure, I do not know if right or wrong or is it pain.
The moment comes… still uncertain.
This somewhat of a sting I have not felt for a long time, my lungs near my throat , no more than once in innocence… no, only to a single person no other…
Why do I feel it now? Why you? Why?
[12:30 PM February 4, 2009 | In house riddling]
