A testimony to my life as I trace back the dream that never was but, always was the mistress of my temple, the shoulder to my bone and the piston in my drive. STILL; bones break and pistons erode, how do I make anew?
But, so easily her smile makes me venture and her words quench my doubt. And just like that, what was broken is made stronger with a bond fixed through love and two people, two minds and two souls. I am rest assured; that this bond will never be destroyed nor shall it ever end even though we know where it all began. ALPHA\OMEGA
So I ask, define finite, fine light or fine art; is there truly a true meaning about life? Who, what, where, why, when and how? THE CREATOR created Man and Woman but, for there to be men there should be women. One cannot live without the other!
Two minds with two souls, loving, tugging, resisting, surviving, flying, running, walking, crawling, breathing; together like two after one and never three but, just two; the pathway that supports the journey between beginning and end! The one starts and meets the other and together finishes ‘two’ the end.
But what’s a testimony without a vasectomy of my life’s true trajectory? Is it rhyming words that cloud the sight of walking ears? Or is it a marching judgment seen through the eyes of a searching friend. What more can I do but teach, not preach and at the same time listen and not speak?
Well I wish the world was like two and not undivided like three…
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