Meat Dust
I'm sorry if I have been closed minded. I'm sorry if I have offended you in anyway, or made you feel unappreciated or inadequate.
Recently I have dealt with the most serious problem of my short life. I feel like it has helped me to put into perspective the other things around me. My morals have changed, my comfort zones have stretched. And I always seem to come back to the same space:
Jenny Saville
We are all meat.
I have been confronted with so many opportunities and it comes to my attention that those who believe they are open minded are really the most closed minded people of all. The past few months have given me new boundaries to work within. I have met new people, I have deleted old people, and I have learned. I need to be more careful with those around me who are brittle enough to break. I need to learn how to express myself in a more controlled way. Most of all I need to be more open. The openness that has been afforded me has given me the chance to have experiences I never imagined. Some have been extremely painful. Some have been enlightening. Still others have joyous. My soul is being fed, at times at the expense of others.
I have been doubled over in pain, in bed for days, prescriptions surrounding my head. I have been doubled over with laughter, crying and gasping because my brain feels nothing but elation. Other times i have writhed and spun in ecstasy, the purity of two pushing into each other until signals pause.
I have had the chance to speak to, and often fall in love with, people, and men, who i would not have looked at twice. I have gained life experience from the saddness and pain I see within the other. Some people are angry, some fume and expell and push against your touch. Some people are afriad, some are sad. Others are ambivalent. I am so lucky to be where I am.
Meat Dust, Pink Cloud, Meat Wagon.
In the end, it will be over. I want to know that I touched as many people as I could. I want to know that I reached boundaries. I want to be understood and caressed by the one person I thought could never share anything with me.
My mom doesn't even know.
I don't think she would understand.
She's upset that I haven't been more available or understanding. But I just haven't been able to hold a telephone. I have been drowning in my own blood.
Recently I have dealt with the most serious problem of my short life. I feel like it has helped me to put into perspective the other things around me. My morals have changed, my comfort zones have stretched. And I always seem to come back to the same space:
Jenny Saville
We are all meat.
I have been confronted with so many opportunities and it comes to my attention that those who believe they are open minded are really the most closed minded people of all. The past few months have given me new boundaries to work within. I have met new people, I have deleted old people, and I have learned. I need to be more careful with those around me who are brittle enough to break. I need to learn how to express myself in a more controlled way. Most of all I need to be more open. The openness that has been afforded me has given me the chance to have experiences I never imagined. Some have been extremely painful. Some have been enlightening. Still others have joyous. My soul is being fed, at times at the expense of others.
I have been doubled over in pain, in bed for days, prescriptions surrounding my head. I have been doubled over with laughter, crying and gasping because my brain feels nothing but elation. Other times i have writhed and spun in ecstasy, the purity of two pushing into each other until signals pause.
I have had the chance to speak to, and often fall in love with, people, and men, who i would not have looked at twice. I have gained life experience from the saddness and pain I see within the other. Some people are angry, some fume and expell and push against your touch. Some people are afriad, some are sad. Others are ambivalent. I am so lucky to be where I am.
Meat Dust, Pink Cloud, Meat Wagon.
In the end, it will be over. I want to know that I touched as many people as I could. I want to know that I reached boundaries. I want to be understood and caressed by the one person I thought could never share anything with me.
My mom doesn't even know.
I don't think she would understand.
She's upset that I haven't been more available or understanding. But I just haven't been able to hold a telephone. I have been drowning in my own blood.