I'm going to undress so you can see me in my purest form.
I'm going to bare myself to you, in hopes that it will help you.
what more can I say about this. My options. I have options.
don't I?
am I losing my way?
am I just the same and never changing, yet being consumed with the idea, the aspiration to change.
who cares.
I am just going to wake up tomorrow, hear the same things, walk the same walk, feel the same pangs of regret, of guilt.
Here, in front of all the world, I stand: living breathing, aching proof that love can be so utterly forgot, overshadowed and blotted out by the will of the mind.
My mind as always enjoyed a totalitarian control over my destiny, my body. Not the mind I speak through now, but the mind that whispers to this one, seeding it with discontent.
feelings. I don't feel a thing.
Orgasm.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
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