I cannot help but experience like mother earth…in all entities. I am a breathing paradoxical thought that just twisted into a camber.
A walking, talking, contradiction.
Possessing an aura of obscurity… “Appearing” as a vacant page in an open reserve…on the other hand, so very complex with at least 6,432 different flavors.
Some of my flavors are…
…and fatefully dissatisfied…although I struggle to conceal that.
So fuckin what.
I suffer habitually from emotional and spiritual blocks, and because of this I need to be unaccompanied to “heart” myself. I have no dilemma gawking at a partition for weeks. This has become a dynamic dissatisfaction for me. This is the method I sustain for my element to stay psychologically strong. This is also how I can be so pliable and lovable.
I am overgenerous in service and commitments, I am concerned with…diet, wellbeing, corrective check-ups, ways of life, math and patterns, reliability, philosophies, unconscious mind, substance, employment, dependents, entourages, precision, and my own temperament liberation.
I can harshly relate to Pandora’s Box.
I have a clandestine thirst to be sexy, captivating, ravishing, attractive, and sparkling,
…to create literature and paintings in which I am the initiator of a new era.
I secretly desire to be respectable, in a high position, and to be documented for excellence…
I enclose sexual secrets which extend larger than life. There is a severe ingredient in me which is like a passionate rendezvous in itself…
I have a secret yearning to be 100% emotional yet I feel stoned as an intellectual.
I secretly know that my “ship is coming in” and I am capable of all that is conceivable.