Lying down on my stomach, reading my book, topless and wearing my shades, sun is blazing against my bronze skin; sweat is dripping from my head. Reading the magnetic lines of the book that is touching my very soul making me feel shivery and cold inside despite all the hotness and heat of the sun at noon. It activated something inside of me. Of which I cannot get to put my hands on it yet, but it feels like an awakening. As I was in the last 10 pages of the book, its ending touched me intensely as strong as the whole novel, the writing style, the twists, the imagery, the feelings and the plot is very deep and is pure. It made me think about the subject at hand according to my life not the novel’s subject which is apparent on the surface to superficial readers which is prostitution, while the deeper subject or meaning behind this novel is sacred sex or the sacred essence of creation, which is love. Eleven Minutes is a piece of art. True love is very deep and has to do with the souls not bodies or minds, its related to fate rather than coincidence and human plans. it is very strong that it can survive time, and it can change people to the better, make them more adaptable, and sensitive, full of ‘light’. I don’t know if I found my soul mate yet or not, and I don’t know if I had mine and lost it a long time ago, maybe there are many soul mates for everyone for every stage in their life, or maybe there is only one in a life time. I don’t think I will be looking anymore for butterflies, palm sweat, teenage hormones, or reckless mistakes and foggy future.
Eleven Minutes
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Posted by Scorpius at 5:41 PM
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