Mutuality or Failure

We have not discussed mutuality—because it is difficult, where most are not concerned with its kernel. We have something disrupting us, something that lives as a maxim. It is paranoid. It is unexcused. It is blatant—most times ignorant.

We, therefore, do not address mutuality. We do not believe in it, at least not as an enacted principle. I run a risk. Some already sense it. But I will include both sides of our avocado.

Let us start with those peoples that are determined to live by justice; those darling wives those intentional husbands.

An argument is a disagreement. It is not a free-pass to do something dark or obscure. This group is mindful of that—where disputes, or honest inconsistencies, are wrangled over and wrung dry. This group is preoccupied. They smile at thoughts—while eager to engage. Quietness is not a sign where we are losing us—while freedom does not mean something crooked. This group is well balanced, or truly with Love, while needing something consistent from each other.

I knew a couple with over fifty-years of marital harmony. We imagine when dealing with humans—there must have been a rift or two. I, however, gave deference to them.

Wherefrom our steep beliefs—where a person imagines total freedom? By rights to hurt others!

“I want you to absorb me; I need you to forgive me; I desire more than I can give.” But what for an honest, irresistible innocence? Maybe a twerk in character, but such connection, where most often the home is filled with laughter. We adjust. We watch movies. We go to therapy.

There is another creature, one we almost can’t resist, one that is nearly gone. By lusts or passions, by deceit or anger, where we have kids. Let me paint broadly.

“I can’t find you. I long to become for you; but I can’t break the shell. I cry at times, filled by frustration—the room has us, but it is so empty. What are those dreams? Where have we died? I sense us while moments run, insomuch, as to feel abandoned.” Indeed, this unfeeling or callous realization—where souls have never had a mutual relationship.

There is another dynamic, one with angels, one protecting itself; where both are situated, or both are comfortable, while questions remain hidden curiosities. There are several dominions—while total dishonesty, while misusing, seems a bit sociopathic.

This one becomes more of us than anything imaginable: this need for approval, this reaching for strangers, or this deep intrigue by flattery (Those that are approved as viable, some with prevalence, some quite open). It stems from early indoctrination, or a piece of self that was not adequately satiated. Our dependent everything. Our needs to become inquisitive. Where, humbly said, there are far too many insecurities. As ever a project this need to digest binoculars—this rough, unsteady terrain—where two must become existence in their eyes.