Having attended a play party that gave me a peek into the lifestyle I’ve hungered for, yesterday I found myself wondering what’s next?

In reflection came a realization: more could be yours. The words were as effortlessly believed as breathing. And for the first time, I started to imagine how to shape my future.

What could be there, who could kiss where, how my body would feel, and how that energy would carry over.

For the first time in my life I’m not surrendering to “I’ll be dead soon.’’ It’s like I broke up with the darkness and only curiosity fucks me now.

So what’s next is more.  More action, more words. More reward and rejection. New suffering and deeper bliss.

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