And, you dared

And, you dared To think you could own her, Her body, Her luscious body which you can never get enough of. Her mind, from where words endless stream, words wielded to connect with you, to weld you to her, never-ending, words you daydreamed about as you lay back spent, exhausted in her, by her. Exhausted …

Who am I? Who do I want to be? What do I want to be?   I don’t know. I don’t know.   I don’t know.   What do you know?   I know that it’s not this.

Honesty can be discomforting and comfort can make us dishonest. – Nathan W. Pyle, Strange Planet