cottage in walters falls, ontario

Feb 21, 2008 19:52

every pressure point on my back releases a new story.
i scream with agony and relief when my memory is unlocked
whimpering and cumming all at once
pleasure and pain are the same thing, two streams fed by one river.

my favourite moments were just me and the trees
i could smell their age, their sturdy trunks so content to let me watch them.
the field was my television, the wind; my radio.
i was a part of something, i just can't grasp it yet.

i'm so isolated from silence, from freedom in montreal.
freedom to think, to scream, to cook naked watching the country road.
i could live happily on 5 acres, baking bread, raising chickens, chopping wood, building fires, being a friendly smalltownsfolk with a big truck.

i'm in the first adult relationship of my life. working through issues and wanting to. when i neglect the future, i'm happy. when i drop my idealism, i become a stronger person.

in a satisfying way, i enjoy being with josh because he makes me think about the things i do and why. if i don't want to watch a shitty action movie, i can't just say thats trash, i need to really reflect on what it's missing, and why do i care? i feel stronger by the day. but dependency's a bitch.

sorry to that dear friend of mine who said a woman in love can never be free, it works the same for guys
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