I shall not say it. Never will. Maybe. I don't know. Can I dare take the risk?
Such divine promise is never to be contaminated. Never underestimated. Those words belong to another world. They belong to a dusty book. That of which was buried along with childhood memories. Whispered secretly, confidently yet cautiously for nobody out there is to know of them. The trinity of humanity can never be breathed out. Never to be spelled, spilled and spoiled.
Those words are not ours to share. The purity of such devotion exceeds our interpretation of human intimacy. The world is contaminated enough. The air just ahead of my lips is to never be trusted. The words I doubt to preach can be blown to another ears. I shall always bury them within. Deep within. Somewhere, deep inside the dark. To such depth that a light dwells from the darkest of dark. A sanctuary where no one except for us can cross legs and speak. Somewhere elusive from the air.
You want me to say them?
Just don't. Everything you need to know you already do. I told you everything. I just never actually spoke it to you. But does it really matter? Does it?
Such divine promise is never to be contaminated. Never underestimated. Those words belong to another world. They belong to a dusty book. That of which was buried along with childhood memories. Whispered secretly, confidently yet cautiously for nobody out there is to know of them. The trinity of humanity can never be breathed out. Never to be spelled, spilled and spoiled.
Those words are not ours to share. The purity of such devotion exceeds our interpretation of human intimacy. The world is contaminated enough. The air just ahead of my lips is to never be trusted. The words I doubt to preach can be blown to another ears. I shall always bury them within. Deep within. Somewhere, deep inside the dark. To such depth that a light dwells from the darkest of dark. A sanctuary where no one except for us can cross legs and speak. Somewhere elusive from the air.
You want me to say them?
Just don't. Everything you need to know you already do. I told you everything. I just never actually spoke it to you. But does it really matter? Does it?
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