A familiar...familiar

This is no ordinary fragrance; it possess within its powers, the ability to elude one’s comprehension. Causing a heavenly disturbance, whilst it lazily infiltrates one’s thinking bogging the delusions and perceptions. Inconceivably potent, its nature is distinct, but, beyond us. Uninvited to our exposed and very much eroded defences, it declares; ‘We come in peace’ for only in peace, will it gain its objective.

Its mannerism, would suggest that it can only, oppress and not suppress. Leaving us unclear, of its potential to inflict damage, is it malicious - vile in character or is it benign? We tackle this ‘thing’ with caution, not allowing it to understand our resources be it; destructive or constructive. Yet unknowingly, it has studied us, knowing our inner selves, makeup and characteristics, more than our selves. For its success, is incumbent on its knowledge of its victim.

As it continues to creep its way into our system, we send out decrypted pulses of compliance, in order to barter the control of our system. But it holds firm to its resounding claim. ‘We Come In Peace’

Adamant that we should comply without complaint and allow ‘it’ to configure or direct our paths into a rather vulnerable position. That may very well lead us, into prosperity? ‘Let your shields, your Hulk, your Norton, down. Do not withhold your inhibition to feel at ease’. But we remain intolerant to its demands, at least for some. Eventually leading to our demise, but the fool is not hardy, nor is it hard to be the fool. But for the seemingly or unseeingly wise, who gave in to the entrapment of one’s soul. They will perpetually remain prisoners of the ‘thing’ the ‘it’ called Love.

Been a prisoner, for some time now, I can tell that its hardships are hard. But equally so, is its ability, to compound the word happiness with one’s self exponentially. Some try to extricate themselves from it, some successfully so, but finding themselves, in the ocean, looking at sea.