Today I woke up feeling sad- I’m not so sure why, I just feel a really heavy weight on my heart puling my mind down a dead end path into insanity.
My life is an incoherent collection of events thoughts and actions. Love, life, priorities, choices, mistakes, falling down, getting up, realising and sifting through what matters… what really matters.
What does really matter?
Getting an office job, with great dental cover, a cute secretary and a fantastic leather chair?
Having fabulous friends that you see for a round of drinks or lunch on a regular basis (sex and the city style) and laugh with and discuss your petty little problems about love, happiness and partners and your mammoth problems like parties, shoes and manicures?
Sexual satisfaction, pleasure after pleasure elevating you swiftly to a peak… and just before you get there bringing you slowly down to a point that borders the satisfaction you long for, so you push and pull closer toyour hunger, your craving, the need for more, …more … more- as your finger nails dig deep into the sheets, the hunger is galvanized, it sends adrenaline shooting through your body. You scream in ecstasy as your body comes to life quaking and quivering in utter enlightenment- sexual climax.
At that very instant, your heart, your mouth, your legs, your body is open- your soul is honest.
Is that what matters?
What about after the sex… what about love?