I remember holding my very first pen, while smelling the scent of my new journal. The paper was soft and the pen fitted my hand like a glove. I was super excited to start writing. " Although I Was beind in class regarding my spellings and I also struggled using the right vocabulary. Dont get me started on my pronunciation ' but none of that mattered to me in the slightest. the heart wrenching love and desire I had to write was so dominating I was a slave to this feeling. It pinned me down to the chair ' left arm , right arm " pinned and separated. The dominant feeling started to run down my arms across my breasts and straight down my side until it seperated my left leg from my right, the trill I had gotten from a mere thought of where my pen could take me was simply exhilarating. It caused shivers to flow up the inside of my thighs, as I sat their naked and exposed ' I had no choice but to love myself enough to even try!! The powerful exotic pulsating feelings I get are way to amazing to dismiss because my English is not ' perfect.. But my imagination is . I have tools that I will use and feelings as deep as the idea of you inside of me. Exploring the world of no lables or judgements with an individual who loves to write yet struggles to spell.
questions that wore never answered from the time one learnt to speak. The one word on repeat because the mind was as thirsty as the moon is for the stars. WHY!! WHY is the sky blue daddy WHY do we have to eat animals WHY are turtles slow The thirst for knowledge was growing with me the bigger I grew the longer and bigger the questions became and harder it was for a response We have been asking WHY for so many years about the things we never understood and yet only a tiny amount of us managed to find the answers we have been looking for. To many why's Too much wasted energy.. I grew up and realized I will visualize my what ifs The visions are drowning out the whys and life feels so much lighter with out the need to know every why.
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