My sexuality is feeling boundless as well as my insecurity.
It is the way of the world those being tethered to one another. Keeping us all locked in a prison of irony and sanctity.
There are so many things I am aching for, from life, and I’m feeling trapped from them. Admittedly, by my own doing.
For the first time in so long I’m wanting to feel the freshness of a new relationship, the clarity of its walls being unknown. Keeping definitions to a minimum. I want and am excited to learn someone new.
I am curious and crazed. My book shelf as of late not helping (Fifty shades of Fucked Up).
There’s so much beauty in this world, so much light, that we take for granted. I don’t know what makes us be blind to it all. At what point do we flick the switch and it’s, “lights out?”
There’s no weakness in appreciation and value; and yet the strong ones make it appear so.
Who are these strong ones? – The strong and silent type, maybe. Those people who make the world seem like a villain; always fighting against them. A villain who sends daily foes to come their way. Puts all life’s hardships in a strange perspective.
Then there’s the others. I’d say I am one of them. Who see the beauty, who revel in it. The people who appreciate it but we somehow get distracted by those strong ones. We get made to feel like we are the weak ones; naive. But it’s intelligence, to be thankful.
Of course there are in-between’s, there always are. These people who don’t quite fit into one category. But they don’t really make this outline of humanity as interesting.
I hope one day the grouping converges. It won’t make people too similar to be together; it will create a happier society. Where the answer to “why is life so hard?” will be…”it’s not.” Simply put. It’s not. Maybe with that life will become simpler too.