This obsession was dangerous, he knew that. If anybody ever found out his reputation would be ruined, livelihood destroyed all for some hillbilly-kid with a tight ass and a talented mouth. Just a quick taste, a lick, a suck, a f**** and then he’ll be cured. The demon will succumb, Richard is sure of it. He just needs to scratch this itch, quench his thirst and then things will fall back into place. He’ll stop daydreaming about those eyes, that hair and that boy.
If I was blind, I would still see you. If I was deaf, I would still hear you. If I was mute, I would still speak to you. If I was crippled, I would still carry you. If I was dying, I would still live for you.
If you have a candle, you can only see the world. If you have love, you can see the universe.
Perhaps, only when we find ourselves stuck with each other, away from all our dreams and life ambitions, we would see love as it really is; an extraordinary gift given to ordinary people.
Don’t be afraid to get high. Take the chance whenever it presents itself and get high on passion, on poetry, music, and art. Get drunk on nature, on silence, on the sunrise and sunset, on sensuality and sex. Get lit on the moon and lost in the stars. Sip with equal ardor the divine and the mundane alike. Let your inhibitions go. Drop the defenses. Live in the moment, with no motes to cross and no walls to scale before you can allow yourself to become lost - lost in your senses, in your heart, in the world, in your mind. If you want to make the most of this life, you have to feel it fully, to inhale it deeply, to drink with abandon. You can’t be afraid to get high.