When two people meet and put their best act together, their best smiles, the best smell, best touch, best thoughts, best ideas... It usually takes a while before you are ready to be natural and yourself - do things u love, be around people who mean a lot to you, do things that give you joy... All that , and being loved while you do all that.
Another fight. Another night.
Because one could not control the mind and another wanted to control it so bad on his own.
One was herself, skin and bones, in a vulnerable state.
The other had walls, facades and most of all found it difficult to merge.
Merge with her. He could not fathom to what extent she could go to getting what she wanted.
He could not believe that maybe there does exist some one who can bring so much joy and pain at the same time.
He thought she was uncontrollable, obnoxiously in his face about everything and too pushy.
Even being oneself leads to such situations...
If stripping oneself in front of the Lover, completely...exposing fears, pain, misery... and everything that you need to complete the journey to becoming truer to yourself...
If doing all that can cost you your life, can cost you to be disembarked on a journey, can cost you to be stranded, can cost you rejection, can cost you shame, can cost you being judged by the thousand eyes who know nothing and care less about you, can cost you your sanity , your sanctity, your peace...
Is it worth it?
How easy it is to label some one a misfit with an unsound mind, with an unclear head ?
It sure is easier than trying to understand them.
It sure is easier to call them psychotic and deem them unfit to be part of your life .
It is much much much easier to do all of the above than...
Embracing diversity.
Embracing multiple truths.
Embracing the fact that everyone has a way to express or not to express.
Embracing their intent behind how they are.
Embracing them in essence, in their essence.
Merely embracing a body without embracing the soul,
Merely making love without actually becoming One with the soul,
Merely being there in sunny days and shutting the doors on them in rainy days,
Merely holding hands and scaling up the mountain of togetherness and letting the hands go in distress
expecting it to find its own way back, expecting it to behave to the norm, expecting it to fit into the moulds that the damn system has set for normality and abnormality...
You don't know how many such souls you have left and shut and cut out of your life with your shallow attempts to know some one.
Then again, time will tell. If we , on the otherside - The Black Sheep are better off not grazing pastures which have already been eaten up by those scavengers... the scavengers who haven't and probably never will feel the purity in your thought and innocence in your eyes...
Are we ready to starve?
Are we ready to struggle to quench these thirsts?
