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Selfish

Lethokuhle Msimang


There are a number of ways to be selfish, some of which you may never have known. Like each time you chose not to impose, that was really quite self-involved. Love is imposition; it is the thin line between force and willingness. You cannot love if you do not impose; you cannot find such a place on your own. I’ve only noticed the things I’ve run into – the things which caused me to pause or change course. So impose yourself and your eagerness, impose your heart and its wrath. Do not exhaust me with considerations. I don’t want a mirror, I want a rock. It will be in the silence of my agreement, it will be in the audacity of your brute force, that we may finally be unselfish – that we may find ourselves and find love. Featured on 28 October 2021


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