I miss the man I had. Not without consequence; I planned private affairs when asked not to And was released to do as my behavior warranted. But I wanted him. Without losing myself; I wanted us.
This recurring ideal of being trapped inside of an abstract place is beginning to annoy me. What is abstract about confinement, and what can be concrete about imaginary walls? The mind is a powerful thing, and intelligence is expandable. How and when does one outgrow mental boundaries? After acceptance? Through fortification of positive and encouraging… Continue reading What I Think About Now