There’s so much I don’t remember. Places I’ve gone, people I’ve been, little lives I’ve lived in service of another’s vision.
There’s so much I don’t remember and so many dreams I can finally see. It tastes strange, this rare air, the clarity is choking me. Or, I’m inside a restless body that’s constantly looking for danger?
What matters more is that I’m moving toward things. I’m having new experiences. I’m trying different flavors. I’m comfortable in my body. My desires are still staggered, but I’ve risen as a Sensual Being.
I feel everything. It’s glorious… and monstrous, at the times.