Peace is a light skinned debutante I worked my first boring evaluation with — while we were together the other time, that time when I didn’t take seriously your essence and feigned commitment that only caressed your lips. Peace, I called her “Peaceful”. She truly was free.
Piss, I unconsciously take, from time to time. Seldom over failed commitments or promises, even more when I detect mediocrity, albeit an absence of excellence in delivering a task. Piss wasn’t what I took when you told me about it and about her and then, them. That was an attack on peace, it wasn’t a piss.
Peace is a place I found. A place of rest. Pure bliss. Gay! Peace is where turmoil may lurk and I remain unperturbed. It is an abode that transcends all wants, all trouble, however insurmountable. Peace is what I found.
In you.
