Essays & the occasional note

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I like to say "I live in my mind". So read an essay or two and spend a moment as a tourist in the depths of my soul's joy and torment.

  • Unrequited Love pt. 2

    Unrequited Love pt. 2

    If you’ve never felt the crushing weight that anxiety puts on your body, making it near impossible to breathe, then you might never understand what I’m about to try to describe. It’s standing in a crowded room full of people you don’t know. The air grows thicker and thicker until you have to try to… Read more

  • Pre-Submissive

    Pre-Submissive

    When I think about being a submissive, I can’t ignore all the hardships it took for me to feel comfortable submitting in the first place. For the longest time I was alone, fighting for my survival and acceptance with no one else to lean on. It was a hard life being so independent from such… Read more

  • Un-toxic Hyper-independence

    Un-toxic Hyper-independence

    Have you ever felt lost without knowing you were lost? Days seem to pass in too much of a blur and it takes everything from you just to make it through all 14 hours or so of the day. Your mind is a never ending checklist as you complete tasks here and there. As you… Read more

  • Be the bigger person

    Be the bigger person

    Outwardly I feel a cold stillness. An icy calm locks my body into place keeping the explosion inside contained   Inside there is a storm of fire and smoke raging. Battle cries and terrible screams ring through me I feel I am the battle grounds of hell itself within Yet I sit quietly and drive … Read more

  • I hate how good it feels.

    I hate how good it feels.

    I must truly be a masochist the way I want to run back to those hands. The temptation is a living thing which wraps around my body in a hot embrace Those hands that grip my waist and feel like fire on my skin Like magnets connecting our bodies, every time he pulls away slightly… Read more

  • Unrequited Love

    Unrequited Love

    Best read while listening to Adagio for strings, Op. 11. I wonder if he knows  That every time I say goodbye I intend for it to be the last  That I leave with steel in my back  But always return with my eyes on my feet watching every step I take backwards  I wonder if… Read more