Someone Who Breathes Fire.

I want someone who doesn’t give a fuck about how they are perceived.
Who doesn’t give a fuck about looking ‘cool’.
Somebody who breathes fire.
Who’s ready to plunge into the center of the fire with me.
Who’s willing to burn for it all;
For this life,
For the sake of being alive.
I want someone who doesn’t count their worth by the amount of instagram followers they have.
Who knows there is more to life than the amount of material shit they can acquire and stack into a 5x10ft box only to be forgotten about.
I want someone who travels to thrive off of new experience,
To drink in new culture, newfound passions,
Rather than to collect stamps in a book and talk about it being full.
I want someone who isn’t afraid to get their hands dirty in the messy web of this existence.
Someone, who in fact wears the grit of life like warpaint and howls at the Moon to cry out in ecstasy
Never pausing to care how they look.
Because that somebody needs no mirror – for everything they do
Reflects themselves back to them.
Every action, every word is a direct extension of their soul.
There is no separation between soul and action.
They need not look any further than the natural rise and fall
Of their chest from their breath to know their beauty.
Someone who looks at making love like worship –
Not just of my body, but worship of our souls coming together.
Someone who doesn’t deplete their energy on meaningless fucking
But rather charges it with soul-quenching intimacy.
That someone already exists
And I have so much love for them.
I know they exist
Because I can feel them.
Their energy calls me to on a level so deep I don’t need to try to look for it.
It makes me nostalgic – for something i’ve never known
Yet know better than anything in this world.
It’s some past life shit
And the wheel has turned full-circle and it’s time for us to find each other once again.

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