LEFTOUTSIDE

I think I’m allergic to sex. Don’t scratch the reaction, just allow it to swell as big as it wants and subside in its own time. That is the beauty of the human condition, you react to situations and stress and only make it worse the more you fight it. Like standing in quicksand. Flow. Flow. Flow. It’s a beautiful and quiet day. To know the best lies ahead and that things that are just simply out of my control are and the more I resist the more I go up and down. The more I scratch the more irritated I get. The more I lean into it allowing it to exist the more we can co-exist together. That is dancing in the rain.