A suspended ecstasy

A delayed pleasure , a fixed moment of euphoria , a delight put on hold, is what a belated joy feels like when the five senses undergo mania and passion… A new birth in the womb of death , an instant fatality that recreates our souls and reinvents our fervor.

Jubilation of an eternity lived in a blink of an eye when the heat of yearn and hunger melts our hearts of steel and evaporates our defensive mechanism to the flood and overflow of intense sensation that blow up our being and sweep us off our feet.

The body shivers and trembles of craving more and obtaining less, it is the sweet torture of having but not feeling saturated and drenched but rather more famished with every bite we take on from the food of our passionate devour banquet.

That state of interruption of desire in order to keep it from feeding up to its decease, we want that fire to remain burning by nourishing it non stop so it keeps igniting , we want to stop the volacano from erupting so that we can enjoy the built up lava bursting inside of us… the utter point of exhilaration where we maintain and keep that effervascent boiling rush of andrenaline ripping open our veins and increasing our insatiable appetite for staying on that edge line of pleasure and pain , of being unconscious of how high we are feeling, we want to preserve the middle point where there is no end, no climax , only highlighted concentrated forceful powerful excitement…

Not yet in heaven , closer to hell , enjoying the heat of a frozen instant , a captured elusive moment that we hold hostage to extort time so that we may manipulate it and tame its wild nature for our advantage; nothing can make us soar so high as pushing back what wants to come ahead in front of us, but how long can we tolarate standing on the border before we feel the urge to cross over ? how strong is our stamina to stand on the cliff without having the need to just jump and fall down?

We all wish that time can stop when we are flying on the wings of thrill and passion but we all have to endure the landing of the desire bird on the land of reality , all we can ever hope for is a safe landing, without bruises of having to stand on the terra firma after we freely roamed the satisfaction terrain but do not despair there is always another train to catch , be prepared for the agony and the ecstasy.

Lina Hanna Hanna