There are things that can never be recovered... A stone thrown into the sea... words, once spoken, that remain etched in the heart and stored in the memory, no matter how much one doesn't want them to... opportunities after they've been lost. and our time, the most valuable thing, once it's passed.
Sometimes, there are people who become just that: a constant desire, a temptation that is unsatisfied by distance or time. It's not just about the physical, but the urge to be close to that which awakens the senses and soothes the soul.
The less you define yourself, the less you describe yourself, the less you need to defend your character, the less you need to prove, the less you need to convince, the closer you are to yourself.
“You've changed” “No, actually, I've stopped bending over backwards to stay where there was no room for me. Now I respect myself, and if this seems like a change to you, it's only because I finally no longer allow anyone to cross my boundaries.
You're so... brazen, direct, a pain in the ass. Sometimes you seem so insecure and fragile that you're on the verge of breaking. You're made of words and, above all, silences that make noise inside you. You are eroticism, chaos, romance,screams. Sometimes it rains in your heart,sometimes it's sunny.
Sometimes, standing aside is the only way to see clearly. You immediately understand who truly loves you, who seeks you beyond your presence, and who, instead, silently disappears the moment you stop being useful, always saying yes, and doing what they expect of you.
meditative contemplative time past still you last body tingles juices mingle voice hoarse shouts, of course breath still pants mind entranced blissful pose fingers to toes waves still pulse lady parts convulse time & again don't let this end do it once more just like before again and again and again
