The Sweetest Venom

PICTURE NO.01:
A lonesome seagull standing on the pier side pole cleansing its feathers from the long lasting filth of the oil spell
THOUGHT:
Are we seagulls of our own kind? Do we "cleanse" ourselves of our inhibitions that makes us cry or do we grow to like them and need them more?

PICTURE NO.02:
I saw a cat playing with a cotton ball. The cat directs the ball wherever it wants and when the ball rolls away, the cats gets jumpy and excited?
THOUGHT:
Do we play with the emotions of our loved ones and manipulate them, then we enjoy being the "victim" when we hurt them?

PAUSE
I confessed my infidelity to my lover and pledge for his forgiveness. He gazed at me and uttered:
" Lay your head on my chest and don’t cry for me, but cry for yourself … for your infidelity is your venom which you have drunk voluntarily. Your tears are not for my forgiveness … they are for losing the antidote that you threw away with vanity…. the antidote is ME."