She Is going to hurt you.
I thought I'd Share my story on fear. Enjoy...
Her hair is longer than pre-teens waiting outside a rap concert. Her smile spreads across the seas of my thoughts and crashed my starboard. I land upon a deserted island. Alone and isolated from the rest, it's only me and her. And I like it. I guess I love being stranded with a woman who takes me away from my pain and brings me into a land of comfort.
She sat next to me each and every night. The moon would take a hold of the night sky as the sun went on a leave of absence. Her body rested on top of mines. Her bosoms lay on my chest, as her love kept me up all night long. She was an escape from the sinister seas of optimism and opportunity. Opportunity for me to spread my wings and fly away, she was the Venus fly trap which prevented this, and I loved her for it.
She kept me comfortable. As every idea to leave the island was objectified with,
"That wouldn't work."
"No you can't do that."
"May be another time?"
"Just forget it and make love to me."
So I did, for hours upon hours. Until I realized I didn't enjoy the love making as much as she did. No longer was I attracted to her physical features, as her body encompassed every man's lustful desire intertwined into one. Her eyes screamed lust but her thighs liquefied with passion with protection. For every time, I set sail with an idea to escape her loving; she sent me kisses of forgetfulness. And I forgot all about it.
She repeated the phrases such as,
Ž
And I believed it all. I believed her, as she believed me. I told her I would never leave her. I lied. It was all a lie. We sat on the beach yet again, and between our phalanges and the baking sun beamed at my hairline, I came with one conclusion.
I was in love with fear.
How to avoid her love?
1. Don't let fear get a hold of you for too long.
2. Even though her lips may taste sweeter than a bag of skittles, understand, once you stop kissing, you can choose to walk away.
3. Life your professor, she going to test you. Pass it, but dropping the class and flunking out of school.
4. Sail away from fear and never return.
5. Find others that are on the same island as you. Conjoin in an escape to the main land. A place where few make it. Put those who do, never
regret. Upon arrival.
6. Decide what you want to achieve, and then start building a raft towards it.
7. Avoid her word of comfort, get used to being uncomfortable.
8. Acknowledge you're in love with fear then break the done.
9. None of this will happen overnight, but with a bit of visualization and practice, its sure to do the trick.
10. Take the first step.
How about you, are you still sleeping with Fear? Are you lips still upon this mistress of darkness? Now stop reading this post and End that devilish relationship.
Her hair is longer than pre-teens waiting outside a rap concert. Her smile spreads across the seas of my thoughts and crashed my starboard. I land upon a deserted island. Alone and isolated from the rest, it's only me and her. And I like it. I guess I love being stranded with a woman who takes me away from my pain and brings me into a land of comfort.
She sat next to me each and every night. The moon would take a hold of the night sky as the sun went on a leave of absence. Her body rested on top of mines. Her bosoms lay on my chest, as her love kept me up all night long. She was an escape from the sinister seas of optimism and opportunity. Opportunity for me to spread my wings and fly away, she was the Venus fly trap which prevented this, and I loved her for it.
She kept me comfortable. As every idea to leave the island was objectified with,
"That wouldn't work."
"No you can't do that."
"May be another time?"
"Just forget it and make love to me."
So I did, for hours upon hours. Until I realized I didn't enjoy the love making as much as she did. No longer was I attracted to her physical features, as her body encompassed every man's lustful desire intertwined into one. Her eyes screamed lust but her thighs liquefied with passion with protection. For every time, I set sail with an idea to escape her loving; she sent me kisses of forgetfulness. And I forgot all about it.
She repeated the phrases such as,
Ž
- War is peace
- Ž Ignorance is Strength
- Ž Freedom is Slavery
And I believed it all. I believed her, as she believed me. I told her I would never leave her. I lied. It was all a lie. We sat on the beach yet again, and between our phalanges and the baking sun beamed at my hairline, I came with one conclusion.
I was in love with fear.
How to avoid her love?
1. Don't let fear get a hold of you for too long.
2. Even though her lips may taste sweeter than a bag of skittles, understand, once you stop kissing, you can choose to walk away.
3. Life your professor, she going to test you. Pass it, but dropping the class and flunking out of school.
4. Sail away from fear and never return.
5. Find others that are on the same island as you. Conjoin in an escape to the main land. A place where few make it. Put those who do, never
regret. Upon arrival.
6. Decide what you want to achieve, and then start building a raft towards it.
7. Avoid her word of comfort, get used to being uncomfortable.
8. Acknowledge you're in love with fear then break the done.
9. None of this will happen overnight, but with a bit of visualization and practice, its sure to do the trick.
10. Take the first step.
How about you, are you still sleeping with Fear? Are you lips still upon this mistress of darkness? Now stop reading this post and End that devilish relationship.
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