I wonder, staring into the heart of the fire’s flames, “will I ever know normal, again”?
Why is it that i connect with my feminine counterpart more than my masculine brothers when in gentle passing and within the spectrum of a day, a week, a month, a year, a FUCKING DECADE, for God’s sake.
Do you, these girls, accept me as a straight male with the disposition of feeling deeply and connecting on the emotional plane? Or am i simply an unwanted and unwarranted reject of the Male genre, desperately searching for something, for someone that he shall not find? Shall I stop my search here or will you bring me in? Shall i give up on hope here and crumble what little still lies within? Shall I enter the dark void, once again, but only this time, to not return? Or shall I bend and twist, like a cherry stem, to ensure my heart remains unharmed?
It really feels like i have my shit together for the first time in a long time, and yet i’m sinking, i feel myself slipping, like a ship cloaked in curtains of waves - saturated with crusty, salty, sea water.
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