GloryBox

Give me a reason to move foward, to move closer, to... No! I can't! I won't! But what if? What if plagues my mind, taunting me, I stand still. Trying to be logical when I no longer have a say. The battle between my heart and mind is becoming extinct. One side growing stronger while the other refuses to surrender. Every part of me aches to take a step further.
Give me a reason to go there, to let go... Blasphemy! Don't do the impossible! But what if? What if I can no longer deny this sensation, trickling through my veins, I am thirsty. My heart is no longer silent, more audible than ever. You have awaken this urge to want you, not in the physical but as an entity, mind, body and soul. I want to possess what no other has. Louder and louder, more forceful than ever, I drop my bow an arrow. The temptress must now surrender.
Give me a reason to be a woman, to love you... Yes! Certain and unconditionally. But what if? What ifs have vanished into to thin air. This is the beginning of forever...

- Dalia

Safe

Slow and monitored, cautiously induced. It is restrain in so many less words. The forethought is always premeditated to ensure the irrevocable is prevented. Steering emotions in the correct direction. "Right" would let the heart guide; "correct" allows the mind forceful control. A lion's heart to many - brave, maybe courageous, the truth is I'm a coward. Pushing in the opposite direction to avoid damage, I have encased the most fragile part - pure yet tainted, it holds no toxins, no grudges, no shrewdness. It is only free within its cell, rare and soft... my most precious possesion. I hide it from misunderstanding, judgement, mischief, irrationality, selflessness, but ultimately...love.

-Dalia