"Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be" -Chuck Palahniuk
Lety, Maryland. Thinking, Writing, Creating. Always open to exploring new outlooks, drop me a line.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which I will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like,slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh…And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill of under me you quite so new
i like my body
Black branches sprouted and grew from the ink in my pen to the drawing on the back of your hand as it rested on my thigh
I couldn’t tell if it was the influence of the alcohol in my system or the desire to be touched freely by your hand,
but the instant contact of your fingers against my skin made my body quiver from the depths of my stomach and I almost lost control
I felt your fingertips dance in swirls back and forth when they reminded my lungs that they did not have sufficient air and I immediately gasped
I heard the words flying out of your lips and felt them vibrate on your chest as I embraced the warmth of your body
The clock stood still, we stood still
Two almost complete strangers in the dark
Now it’s up to us, how much are we both willing to venture out to find
Thank you! ^-^ I really like yours as well. I felt inspired, hungry, and I got the lol’s all in one sitting, so thank you
According to the measuring calendar, winter has not ended yet. It’s March, blue March and a fresh crisp blanket of snow covers the tired sleeping ground that craves the golden warmth of the sun’s rays.
According to my being, encompassing surroundings can be deceitful because winter has already faded. The glaciers that occupied my internal being have melted and caused walls of ice to crash. Inside of my soul, budding carpets of flowers have started to sprawl where once there was empty frozen earth and have begun to fill the salty air with floral delight. Newborn emerald leaves have awoken to the welcoming branches of their wise father trees.
What appeared to be an eternally residing winter has at last come to a conclusion. I have said my goodbyes to personal lingering phantoms that overstayed their welcome and realized they were mere mirages. Holding on to unnecessary bridges has proven useless and I have learned it’s alright to not cross them again if I already know where they go. Some places are meant to only be voyaged to once. Some doors are meant to be closed for new ones to open.
Spring breathe in welcoming lungs and eyes set on the horizon of infinite possibilities, I can at last say I am standing on two solid feet and feel prepared to begin a new trail. I know there is always the risk of challenges, but there is no excitement and learning experience without them. Adventures don’t exist without scrapes and not much can happen if you’re constantly sitting.
At any given moment, you can choose to deviate your path, you can choose to break your mundane cycle.
At any given second, the universe can stop you in your tracks
Remember this when comfronted with a fork in the road one day and choose the path less traveled, because the next sunrise is never guaranteed.
Sometimes being meticulous and predictable is to no avail, time ends for us all. Perhaps one day you make unplanned decisions and purposely miss your exit and keep driving down the road
Today could be the day you realize precisely how much time has elapsed since you last called the people that really matter to you
I’m a strong believer that it’s never too late
As long as we carry oxygen in our lungs and have the ability to comprehend, it’s never too late
"Maybe tomorrow" you’ll silently whisper, but not tomorrow, what’s wrong with today?
T.S. Eliot, Slow Dance (via t-s-eliot)