SUCH A THORN

Artistically and away from complexities, the presence with each other is like smooth flow of time as none of us want to depart out of the happiness shared spending real time. None elaborates on randomness of emotions or enforcement of ideas as we understand even an indirect glance. It is a perfect companionship, undoubtedly and respectfully if seen from a microscopic view of relativity and compatibility. We are classico perfecto.

The tricky part is the distance of individuality and his Arian masculanity, where my Sagitarian intensity is enslaved. His worldy needs are superior and so are "coupled" mine. He needs people churned by workoholism, whereas at the end of the day, I need him to myself, as undivided mine. We both feel dominated and compromised as his "no time to communicate" kills my sensibility and patience that suddenly run away feared by time.

Understandable, the man needs space, freedom from mental slavery and his own time. Understandable, the woman wants to live a relation without constraints and commit as one to him in life. Worst case scenerios where nobody realises who is more selfish and who is more selflessly under-rated to the cause of being together on love, passion, trust, communication and zeal to sacrifice.

Immense emotions and intense arguements that mark us with helpless cries. I feel comparatively that why us everytime?!?!

Oh!!,such a thorn.
Such a thorn.