Refractory Response
They say you control me, as I am the head, and You, the neck. They say that through my stomach, You influence my heart... but the truth of your power actually lies beneath the navel of this boiling teabound bergamot orange. It is only after the moment where the pressure is released... that You,
are nothing to me.
I no longer need You… and You, no longer control me. I can think clearly, and I, am completely, rational.
Awaken, and no longer blinded by nature's hypnosis I can now unpeel You, from your power.
It is solely within this everescaping ephemeral moment where the monkey holds an unloaded gun… that I can see You,
for whom You truly are -
No strings attached.
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