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The Thousand Petals Of Desire
When a life is truly driven by desire, we become part of the ebbs and flows of life’s yearning. Though it is unnatural how we feel the pull and fetishize the premise of the call. But what can we do? We live in capitalism. Our lives clash when that natural flow becomes obstructed because there’s economics, there is lust, and there is a pursuit for God as well. Each chakra’s unfulfilled reach towards fulfillment, and each fulfillment towards another opening. The thousand petals of desire open one after another, and then we try to understand the intentions of people through them. How naive?
There are people who are completely normal from the outside, and they become completely unnatural when they are driven by something. I know I was always driven much more by anger and hatred than by love. Because love caresses, and caresses are something I do not understand. I understand anger because I was raised in its care. And so when I am angry, it seems that the universe finds a way to replenish my thirst for lashing out. It gives me tools and lays out the method; all I do is flow.
But anger with lust works best. I am a known masochist. Some of my best works are carved on human bodies, but the skin never remembers much. I am love; I am love, I tell the world. But I am anything but. I am a skin grafted on a mass of desire and anger and all the worst things in the world. And I…
