Purity

“I would estimate that I actively participate in about 30% of the things I write. The rest of the time I just step aside and become a non-participating observer, a spectator standing in the crowd, wondering what comes next. It can be both exhilarating and frightening at the same time” – W.F. Rhoads (interview)

she has a genuinely gentle soul,

fresh and clean,

innocent and angelic,

a rare find,

in a world of trash-talking,

self-promoting,

self-righteous,

hypocrisy;

like an ancient dream

it haunts you,

waking you up

in the middle of the night,

transcending gender

or flesh,

thinking of the purity,

tasting the sweetness,

wondering about the

authenticity;

like a moth drawn

to the flickering flame,

unable to turn away,

fluttering closer and closer,

basking in the residual

glow.

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