Black The Creator

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BTC

Moved to Paris and fell out of love : -Growth. Moved to Amsterdam and fell in all types of love : - Education. My ArtPiece since : - Live to love, love to laugh and live and laugh with love

They went out. -first on a quiet tip. But it was never quiet with them, things often ALWAYS got crazy. What were they thinking? So it got crazy, they got home ripped each shread of cotton based fabric; that wasn't skin -right off one another's body. Brushing up against one another's warmth and ingesting their bodily aura of love! They fucked but they LOVED! He said to her, " I know I never say this but- I love you , and I am in love with you and I'm sorry I can't say it more often " She silently exposed of her tears - to which she used to express that she had agreed and she loved him too!

"And what a return it was!" - She said He peaked his head between the doors ever so gently. She was awe! Love - She was thrilled to see that smile and those sugar filled eyes under the streams of it's filled eyebrows! Love - they made it. Sex - they had it. And Fuck - they needed it. She held it/ him / her and desperately didn't want to let go. It was back. The rush, the smell, the aura! She never wanted to leave it alone. The next day : She woke up at 5am, watched an angel sleep. Slipped out of her bed and into a see-through dress. Sex - appeal she oozed. Climbing over the human to gently awaken the beast to a good morning. A kiss from an angel was received. It /he / she believed to dream as she floated in arms reach. Love - they made it. Cinéma.- Trainspotting Laughed - at their insecurities and knew they found love. Love!

- I said "damn!"

Wifey- She She said it's coming home today! Her day seemed never ending! All she wanted was to be. To be with him/ her/ it She wanted to give her. Her love. Love. She knew last night; amongst the midst of tears that flowed when she knew. -knew

She- she's in ä fucking MOOD

It was coming a day later.

She said they infuriated her. From the smell of the lanky curl haired clown who struggled to wash his clothes and pay his rent to the non- diplomatic speaker and supposed "environmentalist" who was the épitomé of the world asshole in this "environment". She needed her space from non creatives from hinderers. Blind sighted individuals that lived off of nothing. No essence. -essence- She needed to leave. She was grateful she was soon.

I just blinked.

I listened to her talk about it today. She missed him, but couldn't call him. Couldn't text him. She didn't want to make him to feel chocked or claustrophobic. So she didn't. Her dream was the priority. Her winding thoughts, and never ending decisions versus success that was peaking through the half open door. Her future was currently waving. Nevertheless it was never far behind .

She will never put her dreams on the back burner. Not even for herself! To love, to live, to experience. I observe the félin often. She knows what she wants but it's almost as though she had an invisible impermeable sheet wavering in front of her. I believe that invisible sheet so far, is what we know as courage. She's gaining more, -courage- She works more, her project is no more just a lustful temporary sexual attraction. More like her fate. She knows today; what road to take.

She had always known being attracted to the humans would cause her pain. Pain through love, or pain through hate. Her heart remained throbbing. She had found someone on her many adventurous wanderings. But she earned for it. It wore black like her, smelt dark like her. She instantly sensed it's soul. An array of scattered emotions came to a halt. Could it be him? Could it be her? Ultimately it was it. Nevertheless.