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).