mellow and mummmers
thought: weeks of therapy have pushed me into thinking i have to be secure with myself. if i move and i still feel discontent then all that is left is for me to return to my home planet. so it can’t only be location. i just admitted how tough it was for me living here during high school. i’d come home and cry. i never felt accepted. is life about only feeling accepted? or is life about waking up to your spanish lover pedro and having him count the moles on your body while you squeeze your eyes and think about the flying monkey’s from The Wizard of Oz? Oh, serious question now, wait…i just forgot. oh well. I question this daily but what is the purpose, the meaning, the reason. what is? and for once i’m loving the feeling of letting go. I wish i could do a photoshoot with someone. I want to fierce me up. Letting go, let’s get back to that, is the equivalent of pouring your tears onto a flower that’s thirsty. Questions? nah. this is just a random post but as always I want the best and there’s much love from me, dendoo.