On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Tag: fire
An Autonomous Being
❤️ Love ❤️
It was not love.
And it was not obsession.
Something much darker and regressive braided the threads of our individuality together to form a fantastical beast.
But I do not have to play into the fantasy.
I’m actually free, to do as I please.
Borrowed Fire 🔥
The thing with “borrowing”, is, well, eventually, you have to give it back. 🧐
Then what?
Grab Bag of Trinkets
Oooof.
It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..
Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.
Open with Intent
With the use of heightened pattern recognition overtime you come to desire a different kind of chemistry, one that doesn’t buzz and hum with mystery and excitement, but instead, seems almost boring in it’s steadiness and calm.
That’s the kind of chemistry that builds a true connection, not one based in fantasy.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 