Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Fear, a Battleship

Warfare is living shelled in fears where impulses are smothered
to the detriment of a longing soul. I disparage one to lighten a
load buried in a want for said person’s freedoms. Instead, I
ought to nurture for discipline said indelicacy for hope to escape
maya; else I perish to particles of false pleasures eating at the
lining of my stomach. What of fear an intricate manifestation
born of woes, wants and warfare? Fear suffers the angst of
trepidation grounded in false perceptions where one is found in
sorrows. I want in earnest to seek for friendship where sexual
tensions are harnessed for rechanneling; but I fear such intimacy
where sex is often given prior to an introduction of hearts. This
for want of love a vehicle suspended by something akin to lust
where we failed to consult a starving conscience. Such an
impulse is grounded in abandonment where a young man yearns
for his mother and ever flung through affairs. It’s not uncommon
to mate before engaging in an intimate conversation. This is for
want of a feeling which appeases an intense fear of unworthiness.
Fear is a machine built for warfare to alter one’s internal calling
towards peace and harmony where said elements are often
frustrated by intimate realities. Thus, I may want for peace where
one wants for friction in order to overcome an abnormality. In
another instance, I may grieve for tranquility where embarrassment
prevents for serenity. In both cases we are with want to rid
ourselves of the situation, where it may be in our interest to face
those illusions surfing through fears. It would be remiss not to
mention a deep need for pleasure where fear operates; for if pleasure
is absent, fear triggers our insecurities. We are then set for a search
in the direction of pleasure, which increases the intensity of
future episodes grounded in fears.  

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