imagine that

imagine that
you would not be judged
but cling to a moment of judgment within intimacy
when you don't know a word (claiming to be the master of many words) to simply
say your real motives
instead
unacceptability becomes your intimate friend
self-knowledge turns in to your enemy
and you walk away

imagine that
rejecting the seductive nature of beauty
with an unjust subjectivity
no sense of self-awareness
and a cruel way to judge the world and its inhabitants
with a force that is unmatched
by the substance of your being

imagine
not accepting who you are
not accepting others
not tolerating any
not even knowing the how-to-love-yourself

imagine
love without magic
love without energy
love without you
love without the chance to blossom
without the natural flow of genuine emotions
with which to exist
and most importantly
love without freedom

imagine that
no one is good enough
(aside from the few that are scared to disagree)
no one could ever get close
no one is allowed
not even you
in to that unknowable space where
your heart
is imprisoned

imagine
"a dream of form in days of thought..."

imagine
elevating someone to a beautiful place
then dropping them
in an oblivion of confusion and hurt
with no real reason or no real purpose
no concreteness

imagine

imagine
no trust
no opportunity to
trust
no faith
no hope
no love
no you and me
no time
no future
no happiness

imagine that...



quote by Oscar Wilde