Sunday, January 15, 2012

Day 346.

This is a comfortable longing. I bite into desire, chew on it, tasting it completely before mindfully swallowing. I lean into longing, allow myself to feel it in my limbs, in my belly, in my cunt. It's okay that it hurts sometimes. The pain lets me know I am still here. It's okay that it feels absolutely delicious and sensuous, too. It's like that song that always makes me cry and for some reason I still like to put it on and move slowly around the room. What freedom, being with what is.

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