Do you allow yourself to scream?
To follow dreams can sometimes hurt you, burn you or free your mind. Show you pathways you never even knew you wanted to tread on. Or let someone else design the playing field you'll be somewhat left alone on. Alone in your mind reality spun by someone else’s hand, or spun by a lovers hand. Reactions forced, feelings shown, shared or interpreted. How do you turn your agony, your confinement and your pain into pleasure? I want to see you. See you revel in the moment, savouring your degradation. Do you allow yourself to scream? Allow yourself to moan or cry? I saw the love in the violence. I saw the love of violence. And in some ways I wanted to be you, in that moment, for that short period of time. |