Love is not something I hand out easily. It takes a whole lot to trust enough to be able to let my guard down and expose my soft interior. My love is a degree even further beyond that. So far away that “on the horizon” doesn’t apply here. Unreachable by any conceivable means, but when you hit it…it’s more the impact to myself that I have to brace myself for. Continue Reading
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The week starts. The morning starts. I wake up, get dressed, make my way out the door to the place that allows me to live. The place that allows me to manifest this lifestyle. The place that takes away the very energy I need to live, while giving me the means to live. Putting me in the company of, what undoubtedly seems to be, the very future ahead of me. Breakfast time comes and goes. Lunchtime comes and goes. It approaches the rush hour. My labor is no longer required. I am released from the slavery born of my own volition.
Live a day in my life.
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Love is not something I hand out easily. It takes a whole lot to trust enough to be able to let my guard down and expose my soft interior. My love is a degree further beyond that, but the spanse is far away. So far away that “on the horizon” doesn’t apply here. Unreachable by any conceivable means, but when you hit it…it’s more the impact to myself that I have to brace myself for. Continue Reading
Boi Growing Up 