His eyes brush over me like a light breeze... As he gently unfolds my thoughts and reads them out loud, I smile calmly all the more ready to be unraveled… As he opens Pandora’s box, and lets mysteries of the deep gush out, I manage to catch a few of my own treasures… While he bathes himself with my mind’s juices and my heart’s beating force… I swallow back the few spiders that have escaped from my cave and devour them in the pit of my stomach… As I digest them limb for limb, they cause any eruption of mixed emotions and indeed I vomit them out again but in new forms… They now take a life of their own, needless of my body for a home… They grow through input from others and form a structure of their own design and meanings, yet they belong to me… They have the essence of me…
We gave birth to my creativity.
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