judgement

To those who misunderstand… remember you aren't supposed to judge a book by its cover. The cover can be all mystical and intriguing but you open it up and it says nothing. Some might say only the title and be plain as day but it can take you on a journey so expanding that you lose yourself along the way. Every once in a while someone writes that book that has it all... If I were to write a book it would be more like "War and Peace" by Tolstoy. And of the 15 books comprising it and the two epilogues ending in Chapter XII, I will try to express myself through chapters of my own. It's this complete journey through life with the final chapter yet to be written. I'm hoping that someday when I write that final chapter just before I meet Saint Peter at the gates, I can end this book of mine by explaining my desires, forgiving myself from the regrets and past transgressions, I hope to recall this journey known as life and the people (mainly the one person) who completed my story. Each day I learn from past relationships and the occasional ones which somehow went wrong. I think I've learned from these relationships of old and realized maybe it was just a bigger picture for me to someday be finally willing to give my all into the love presented to me by only my creator himself. My final statement or paragraph would be something I'd write like the following:

The day I met her I caught fire in her eyes, tears of happiness dribbled down slowly from the corners of my eyes as I thought of the love she shared with me and how I finally realized that after all these years my love for her passionately keeps growing despite time and faults. And every morning when she wakes from her sweetest of dreams, I want to be sitting up next to her with my head gently resting on hers, as she can relaxingly feel the stubble of the morning on my face brushing against her soft cheeks still rosy from just awaking. With one arm stretched across her chest as my fingers stroke the inside of her arm with a sensual touch, while the fingers from my other hand sift ever so intently through the golden soft, silky strands of her hair, just as illuminating as the morning sun's rays peeking between the openings in the window shades. Then in that one moment of irresistible attraction I slowly lean down and kiss so sensuous the softness of your bottom lip and gradually pull away as your taste lingers and leaves me hungering for more... so I lean over again to steal another kiss hoping again you'll allow me for you have already stolen my heart and the breathe that feeds it. Yet this time I don't pull my lips away so quickly, instead the next kiss cannot be restraint from the passion we both feel from the depths of our hearts, as we lay so close to one another I think to myself knowing "this is what the euphoria of heavenly bliss ought to be... and I'm pretty sure that I've finally passed through the pearly gates and felt with my own lips the lips of the most saintly angel in heaven." So as I come to my conclusion, I finally with no doubts believe this is the paradise that I've always hoped I was always destined to experience.

-bRAD