will you slide closer?

Love.

It hurts.

It bleeds.

It fades. 

It strengthens. 

It raises.

But man, it does crash hard. 

It is a concept, quite intangible, that we are seeking so relentlessly and so helplessly. 

It is a core belief in the better judgment of humanity. 

The main question is, is love good or bad for us? 

Does it help more than it hurts? 

Does it benefit our health or doesn’t it crush our soul? 

So why are we after so many years of utter failure still seeking love? 

Why in some cultures love is the ultimate purpose? 

Why in my home am I awaited to get married? 

Intimacy, is a different story. 

We burry it under all the guilt and shame that society feeds our soul. 

They scare us away from it. 

As if a touch would leave a stain. 

A kiss would hurt your lips. 

A hug would burn your soul. 

But the touch does leave a stain, one of love. 

The kiss will hurt your lips, making you feel alive. 

The hug would burn your soul, with fire and desire. 

So please, tell me or rather explain to me; how such little acts of livelihood are forbidden? 

How are these friendly gestures of communication frown upon? 

We wait around for love, for a so-called soulmate; whereas we can find a thousand intimacies with all the strangers we cross. 

Is that one worth all that effort? 

Should we give up the constant reminder of our existence as humans in the flesh and bone, for one probable connection? 

What I’m writing depends a lot on the subjective definition of “love” and “intimacy”; and theirs are rooted in our brains. 

“Love” is pure. “Intimacy” is lust. 

Bullshit! 

Love is not pure. 

Love is a selfish, instinctive act of survival. 

Intimacy is not lust, to touch another skin is vital for survival. 

One wants to be felt, touched both physically and mentally. 

One doesn’t want to be pushed around like a property. 

One wants to taste and try all there is in the basket, connect with all and feel what they all feel. 

One doesn’t want to keep eating the same dish from the same fucking restaurant. 

I want to exchange thoughts, grow, develop, expand beyond the measures and possible discussions one could have with a lifetime partner. 

I want to fly, no strings attached, no fighting, no tantrums, no jealousy, no boredom... I don’t want to become tied. 

Not that early at least. 

I must be mine and solely mine, before I ever become anyone’s. 

So why are we encouraged to seek so badly the prison, the tie, the burden and the struggle; before we ever explore the lonely freedom of just being on our own?

Yes, against all reason, most of us want love. They breathe it, become it and so fucking long for it. 

But still a huge bunch of us, infiltrated through the norms, stigmas and must-dos-and-mustn’ts cheer the intimacy. 

We don’t need to know your name, your financial status, your marital status, your educational background nor the brands you are wearing. 

We don’t wait for you to love, fall head over heels nor pop up the question. 

All we yearn for is to become intimate, vulnerable with one another. 

Show me your soul, your bare naked thoughts and open up. 

Pour it all out, no filter. 

I beg you, don’t expect us to be the same as everyone else; we won’t judge. 

Only then we find ourselves drawn to you; body, mind, heart and soul. 

And when our time ends, we won’t need to say goodbye. 

You see, we wouldn’t be “leaving,” because we were never “here” at the first place. 

We just happened, just like the wind pushing the wing of a butterfly - at this time, in this particular space for a reason beyond you and me. 

We are a cosmic order. We aren’t each other’s, we are the universe’s. 

So can you please become intimate with me, before you ever think I would want to love you? Can we please not miss out on this human connection, due to the labels and tags stapled on us? Can we please share, instead of shy away? 

Such people, such open fearless nomads, don’t belong to anyone and would love to know you all! 

Sinking in all there is to know, feel, hear, smell and touch. 

Does this make any sense? Or am I alone on my planet?