I Prefer it Raw.

What have you learned?
What have I learned?

Well, isn't that a memoir for the masses.
The details almost inconceivable.
Only because of whom it is being told of, and not necessarily the teller.

Some conditions of a persons life aren't always what you are ready to comprehend.
Some emotions that many harbor you would not even begin to accept.

And why the lack of compliance?
Why are we not allowed to feel these emotions?
To play a melody in life, unlike any other. Inspiration drawn from yourself and not someone else.

We as people tend to become accustomed. We fall easily into a pattern, and when a small thread is sewn in a different direction, we are quick to call it ruin.
However, when something occurs that brings about a level of euphoria which is unforeseen, we consider this pattern to be undisturbed, when in actuality, it has been.

In light of avoiding the staple of my black heart onto a white wall, I will be very vague.

Searching for myself is a journey that blisters my feet.
It dries my lips.
It empties my heart.

The sudden realization of water beneath your feet.
A mirage you become content with due to a journey that seems unyielding.
To accept what you know in your heart and mind is not real.
To convince yourself to accept it.

So plays the music for the event of the year.
I was invited to a banquet, and the theme was Lust.

There has to be someone better dressed than I at this banquet.
There has to be someone here to escort me out.

I've danced for hours with many whom I thought suit.
I've also danced with the faceless, to pass the time.

But I am still the best dress at this banquet. Not enough Lust to create a sense of... ?
And As I dance, slowly and closer to those big open doors, they begin to close.
I'm afraid I've been locked into the banquet.
And I stare through those glass doors, into a cascade of Yellow Light.

And I see Love.
Love so close and Yet so far.

Lust go heavy, so pungent.
I no longer want this gown.

I've torn off the clothes that made me so inviting.
Removed the paint that was suppose to make me.

And Love smiles at me as I put my hand up against the glass.
So close but yet so far.

And Lust touches me.
It touches me through words.
It touches me through air.

I've become more desirable without the paint because Lust always Lust off of something pure.
Something Raw.

And as I look love in the eyes through this glass door. Hand to hand, eyes piercing into mine.
I wonder what love would do if I danced.

Is that inconceivable?
Selfish?

Love is so close. So close.
Love is in the clearing. I am locked inside the banquet.
Exposed more than ever, because Love decided to become my main distraction.

My MAIN distraction.
Distractions.

Love is all I need and want.
Lust is what I want.

Here I was, thinking that I had fully established the importance of the two.

Oscar Wilde was right in The Picture Of Dorian Grey.
It has been said that the greatest events of the World take Place in the brain.

However most of those events blow away from shame. Dishonesty.
Lying was never something I was good at.
So those events will become living Murals for the on lookers.
And for myself.