I dosed Psilocybin and found some things locked away in my mind again. Despite no direct and individual medical research to help me, this is good training in future reference to bad thoughts, depression, and angst.
Is it so romantic of me to believe that love will prevail. Sometimes, I fear that yes, it is.
I am escaping my own scary shit for some more scary shit? No, just let me do my shit.
As I am still infatuated with the ever mesmerizing Giorgia, I figured I'd give a stab at what it would be like belting in front of a crowd.
I listened to my Grandmother the other day. She has a tendency to chatter, but I find it interesting what she has to say. She started up with my trip to Israel and told me that I might not come back thinking the same about my future. I have not quite thought in that way … Continue reading Brief Thought on Talk
I have twenty minutes to get ready. I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder, will anyone notice today? My heart beats like a rusty champion. My nerves crawl with a chill like I am leaving a wake behind each movement. I am sensitive. I touch my skin, naked and steamed. For a second … Continue reading 20 Minutes
Today I realized that one by one we grow. It came to me conceptually as a Tetris like stairway. It clicked. I could see myself exploding through old tissue and donning some new. I could do the minimum, what I am used to and what I can manage, or I could put forth one more. … Continue reading God’s Footrest
*Trigger Warning* This woman, she had the most beautiful dress. It held against her body like a second skin. It was almost nothing, and flowing. It cast behind her like a line of sheer light as she walked. Her muscles worked under her flesh and carried her into the sensations of the present. She knew … Continue reading Dresses
I have been listening to the same Italian woman sing to me for a week now. Over and over again she is in my head all day, what the hell. She is a physical obsession that stirs my dancing spirit, the spirit of sex and creation. She is Giorgia and she has next to nothing … Continue reading Am I Okay?