just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
i am no longer content to muddle through things. i feel like everything is out there, surrounding me, waiting to be realized, pulled into a cohesive entity. if only i could make sense of it all. it's frustrating beyond measure!
fuck sex, i've proven i can live without it... albeit not terribly happy about the prospect. but goddammit it's cold outside and all i want all day and night is someone to snuggle with.
many things cannot be wished away. sometimes you realize that you can't will a feeling to subside because deep down you don't really want to let go of it. even the realization won't allow you to grasp it by the roots and remove it cleanly. there are always lingering tendrils crawling with blind, mute persistence through every fiber of your self. when this happens to me, i think "why is that?"
i never have come up with a satisfactory answer.
fuck sex, i've proven i can live without it... albeit not terribly happy about the prospect. but goddammit it's cold outside and all i want all day and night is someone to snuggle with.
many things cannot be wished away. sometimes you realize that you can't will a feeling to subside because deep down you don't really want to let go of it. even the realization won't allow you to grasp it by the roots and remove it cleanly. there are always lingering tendrils crawling with blind, mute persistence through every fiber of your self. when this happens to me, i think "why is that?"
i never have come up with a satisfactory answer.