I am not free,
Tethered to my fear, constrained by circumstance…
Musings in my head, lovely, lovely…
Sometimes it’s the memory of the sweet smell of your pussy…..
I scream.
Possible outcomes change daily,
hourly…fuck the past… fuck my thoughts
They creep in just as I get a handle on things.
I am a hypocrite….
Look in the mirror and I see the artist always pounding with her fists…
Have to get it out….feels so much better when it’s out of my head.
This is simply who I am…
Only I can find peace in a storm.
I know in my deepest heart, thoughts….who I am.
That sensitive little girl is smiling at me…
“Why so complicated?” she asks
“Why so serious?…..Time to play”.
What the hell do I think will happen if I just open my arms and let it all in?
All of it!
Feel Like a mutant teenager from some TV show…
Afraid of what happens if I let all my power out.
That would be so cool!
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