And when you hear the howl, will it drive you to your knees? Or will it lift you to soar to new heights you've only ever thought of in dreams.
Can you withstand the strain of sound, the fluidity of it as it courses through your veins? Or will you simply succumb to the idea of what you had hoped it to be?
When you taste it, will you let yourself go and admit with every fiber of your being that it is the one true thing you've waited a lifetime for? Or will the fear of that vulnerability render you incapable of reaction and truth?
Will the sight of it cause in you the purest of rapture, the most heartrending fear, and a love that would make most turn their head in unabashed shame? Or will you wall off that part of you for fear of baring your soul.
When the senses interpret such things, it is difficult to deny them. They are basic and have an urgency all their own; a slow sort of urgency that carefully feels its way along every component and cavity of your body and soul. You'd like to think it is you taking in the senses when in fact, the senses are devouring you - utterly, completely.
So when the music stops, when the howl can no longer be heard, where do you stand? Have you fully given in to what you want and need? Or do you wait patiently and listen for the next howl...
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I am not much of a spectator when it comes to most things in life... so I would pretty much have to say that I would I would be the one who would give in to my wants and needs. Prolly not always the wisest thing to do, but I manage to exercise reason and control.
PS: Tx for stopping by me humble blog - much appreciated
it depends on who is howling really...this was poetry, i hope you meant it as such, it's beautiful...i like being devoured by my senses...
CCBB, glad you have the drive to experience life and still remember to maintain reason and control. Think you can teach me that part? =)
Retarius, it was meant to be poetry, I'm just too lazy and non-compliant to structure it as such. Thank you for the compliment... and being devoured by ones senses can be such a wonderful thing, eh?
I have never been good at patience, so I tend to throw myself fully into whatever's in the moment.
Cool post.
You do realise it's hard realing this post. I had to squirt my eyes :)
D'oh! I mean, reading - not realing. Squirting my eyes too much must have affected my brain.
Jay... love to meet others with no patience, sometimes such good things can come of it!
TP... my apologies for your eyes. I'm assuming it's because of the color... I have a tendency to change all my settings on here and have no idea what others may be seeing...lol. Now if it was because of the fact that I sometimes write incoherently, well... good luck!
This was so intensely poetic, I'm stunned speechless. I want more.
Thank you for stopping by at indeterminacy and commenting. I hope you come back again soon. I'll be back here.
Indeterminacy - thank you so much... there will be more to come. Just never know when...
Beelzebabe - We all have a bit of wild beast in us, eh?
It takes real skill to capture senses like that, to make people feel through writing, and it gets to the point where it is more than writing.
Congratulations on achieving that!!
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