Demands of Simplicity

Mayhem and confusion are distant faded memories. An ability to live and let live ruling all. Selfish attainable goals within my grasp. Leaving closed doors closed locked tight. Headed down lifes' path my future before me, no worries no bothers. Relishing in the warm glow of life flowing from the doors already open. Simplicity being focused on and pushed upon myself, by myself. Blinding myself to a hidden door left unlocked but closed, The seductive warmth it radiates tingling my senses. My subconscious acknowledges it, recognizes it as if an old friend. The comfortableness speaking volumes with muted tongues, Unknowing to my mind, my hand thrust outward to just touch the knob. Jolting me into realizations never spoken of, never shared. A flush, hot and empowering comes over my skin, orgasmic in it's intensity, long overdue. My mind racing at the possibilities laying before me as I turn the knob. An impatience to my movements similar to those of new lovers joining for the first time. The action is simple, turn the knob. To walk through the door is simple too. Subconsciously my heart falls at allowing a complication, an added need and desire to enter my selfish world. No knight on a white horse waiting, no fairy tales come to life. Just a sense of peace, deep blue peace, be it forbidden or not, but the door was unlocked. Complications not being thought of as such, just cast away left at the mat on the floor. Walking into welcoming arms, secure and protected for the time there. There's no hurry. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes to hours, Hours to days, weeks, and beyond. No time is truly kept here while relishing in the simplicity of unspoken truths. So many feelings, emotions and thoughts flowing forth. A great release, a great void filled and completed. Complications arise when allowed. When unsupported in deep desires and unfulfilled dreams. When no connection is made, no bond held firm. Demands of simplicity, unsolicited for being truly selfish in wanting all the secrets kept behind this door to pour open. It's always unlocked, but closed. Always awaiting me to turn the knob to open and then release it as tensions and pent up frustrations release in a moment of pure ecstasy. The simple act of being selfish of wanting and being only for me and what completes me. No complication too complex, No stress or trouble too heavy a burden to bear Upon walking through this door.