Sometimes I like to get wasted n meditate on you. I see you laughing n holding me close as I spit out out obscenities in the heat of an argument. I see you pulling me in as I drown in the obscure nature of love and hate. I see only because I ventured to cross your boundaries. Meditation is not always still. It sometimes welcomes the purity of flame. Always hot. Always moving. Always alive. Always breathing. Always laughing. Always. In Love.