Cold Feet

Not because

I’m afraid.

But because you aren’t here

to keep me warm tonight.

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Sweet November

I say goodbye to you.

I found that your story was a delusion.

I’m no longer living under your guise.

I’m so sorry it didn’t work out for us.

Tradition has changed.

What we had, I’ll miss..

But it was just a moment.

A beautiful one at that.

Shock

Jaw dropped

Wide open

A mess over you

Like the light flashes before me, electricity

Your love is fire, slow burning and not going out

Constant surprises, your warmth

Free, flow, for us now until then..

I’m all in.

Hardship

A runner without a race left.

I cannot chase you anymore.

Trust must prevail.

Thinking of you doesn’t bring you closer, because you’re unwilling.

Manifestation is an ideal, released and magnified.

You must exist.

Show yourself to me.

The games are over.

Writers Write

What is this surrender all about?  Is it lethargy?  Is it depression?  Or is it new found strength to have stopped fighting what is?

Romance has changed.  I don’t feel this constant jolt and charge to connect to it and need to stay connected to it.  It feels like a steady heartbeat, of balance, or normalcy, and that.. I am not used to.  Have I ever been in love?  The quick answer has been.. yeah, every time.  But I don’t believe that’s true anymore.  Maybe the answer is no, I never have been.  I’m still figuring it out, I think.  There’s sadness there.  And, also a freshness that is tied to curiosity.  How real were the orgasms I’ve had?  And for them?  Were we really that connected and in sync?  Or was I feeling myself?

Beside my questioning of life, daily, there’s also a knowing.  How odd.  To know and also to not know, that’s life?  I feel things, but are they true? But what if the truth feels right?

So what am I really doing besides nothing?  Everything.


{ These images are part of an ongoing collection I started this year. }