'The food is wonderful'
"When they left after a single drink, he leaned back and sighed inadvertently.
'Yes,' Roeg said, misunderstanding emptiness for satisfaction. 'The food is wonderful here.'"
Wonderful indeed.
My life has a most paradoxical familiar strange quality these days. It is almost as if my professed comfortability with ambiguity heretofore has been rhetorical, uttered dogmatically as I have been compulsively sorting black and white pigments amidst the gray. More and more I truly see it, I feel myself expanding into it. I get high in it and I grow in the low of it. I am feeling, no explanations.
My gratitude to the amazing people in my life travels many dimensions. Myself included :) I at long last feel true compassion as I compose these thoughts. My hard-on myself.
At times, I fear I cannot trust my words. This happened earlier tonight. I open my mouth, and nothing, wanting only, to push sounds out, feeling echoes against your body, echo inside of echo inside.
Composing now, what do I want to tell you? I want only to tell you the good things. You are amazing. Your light is beautiful. Your mind is sexy. I love the time we spend together. I love the way we feel together. You inspire me. You make me think. You get me going. You are perfect. I said most of these things. I am happy to repeat them again and again, to read you the scrolling list.
After you went first with your brilliant honesty and self-awareness, I did not bring myself to say that I too have been seeing other people. I am enveloped by the groping innocence (reaching about uncertainly) within our friendship. I am really into the idea of exploring new things with you. There are many moments I would like to share, ceasing to sublimate, and actualizing with full intensity. Without hold. Even in the gray, this may be unwise -- even with you. And that is okay.
Leaning back, I sigh inadvertently.
'Yes,' Roeg said, misunderstanding emptiness for satisfaction. 'The food is wonderful here.'"
Wonderful indeed.
My life has a most paradoxical familiar strange quality these days. It is almost as if my professed comfortability with ambiguity heretofore has been rhetorical, uttered dogmatically as I have been compulsively sorting black and white pigments amidst the gray. More and more I truly see it, I feel myself expanding into it. I get high in it and I grow in the low of it. I am feeling, no explanations.
My gratitude to the amazing people in my life travels many dimensions. Myself included :) I at long last feel true compassion as I compose these thoughts. My hard-on myself.
At times, I fear I cannot trust my words. This happened earlier tonight. I open my mouth, and nothing, wanting only, to push sounds out, feeling echoes against your body, echo inside of echo inside.
Composing now, what do I want to tell you? I want only to tell you the good things. You are amazing. Your light is beautiful. Your mind is sexy. I love the time we spend together. I love the way we feel together. You inspire me. You make me think. You get me going. You are perfect. I said most of these things. I am happy to repeat them again and again, to read you the scrolling list.
After you went first with your brilliant honesty and self-awareness, I did not bring myself to say that I too have been seeing other people. I am enveloped by the groping innocence (reaching about uncertainly) within our friendship. I am really into the idea of exploring new things with you. There are many moments I would like to share, ceasing to sublimate, and actualizing with full intensity. Without hold. Even in the gray, this may be unwise -- even with you. And that is okay.
Leaning back, I sigh inadvertently.