Non-monogamy is bullshit. People have mistaken sex for relationship, and oh how wrong they are. They purport that one person cannot not satisfy all their needs, but, is one person supposed to? Isn't that what friends are for? Energy redirected away from your romantic relationship is depth that cannot be obtained, intimacy that cannot be … Continue reading Intimacy amplification: non-monogamy is bullshit.
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Oh, Sarah.
Oh my Sarah, I'll take care of you, If you ask me to, Pierced my armour, O' how easily too, Like water you flow, To and fro', You know, your eyes are like galaxies, too, Into which I stare deep, And back you gaze into me staring into the darkest depths of my soul, Oh … Continue reading Oh, Sarah.
Numb.
I feel empty like a blank canvas; alone, like a whale. I cry out into the ocean, and nobody hears me, nobody sees my tears. Numb, like a palliative care patient, like a dental visit: by the disassociation from painful emotion. I feel stressed, and I feel unworthy of society: my autism, and my ADHD … Continue reading Numb.
The hero’s journey.
All the world's a stage: complex characters having continual entrances and exits. Some scripts, simple and uninviting, yet the characters are constant, such that you can expect similar behaviour throughout scenes. There is no mystery there. Some scripts jump off of the page and burn themselves into your mind. These characters force you to the … Continue reading The hero’s journey.
To live, is to die.
You can't begin to live until you're not afraid to die, You must burn who you are to become who you may be, You have to leap in order to fly; a leap of faith, and I hope you'll catch me. A guarded heart is one that cannot feel, A guarded heart is no heart … Continue reading To live, is to die.
Getting hit for six.
Have you ever just been hit for six? You know, like in cricket... but not in cricket? Like your life force just left your body and went walkabout; like your chin snapped around and right back: knock out. The most ordinary of circumstances, energised with something. That something that really leaves you feeling hit for … Continue reading Getting hit for six.
Becoming pregnant.
Sometimes I feel this irresistible urge to write, to just spill pen to page and let my hands do the talking. Inside I feel so many fragmented ideas, emotions and the like, but I am not ready to give birth. My ideas swirl around within me, unformed, unborn. Becoming pregnant is more than a concrete … Continue reading Becoming pregnant.
Zelda.
Chocolate coated Labrador rips through the field, grinning from ear to ear, tongue flopping about. Eyes that could pierce the thickest of armour, the most guarded of hearts. Her being, a rejuvenate force: a single paw would heal the deepest of wounds; the most severe lacerations. My Zelda, the most beautiful dog, laid to rest … Continue reading Zelda.
attaboy.
Familiar face, unfamiliar place; something similar, can't quite put my finger on it. Pupil dilation, licking of the lips: oh, would you like a glass of water? Ease and comfort, a peculiar feeling. It's probably nothing, statistically speaking; the rational mind agrees. And yet, the feeling body, the intuitive sense, it does detect: but what? … Continue reading attaboy.
Till the soil.
A house doesn't build itself, no matter how much you envision. But only a plot of land until you till the soil, until you lay foundation, til' you sweat and toil. Curiosity and imagination are powerful forces: laying waste to nations and raising populations from the depths, but alone, they are not enough. You must … Continue reading Till the soil.
