3lefts
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I've stated clearly my distaste for the physical. Yet it's a very muddled feeling. Recently I've been enticed by the seeming electricity of it. I've almost began to consider it exciting.
Then again I have been more energetic then I prefer to be. Expending energy at work and walking lots, is this technically the mind connecting further with my body? Whereas I usually see it quite separate. Does this somehow relate to the fact that I am more so intrigued by the idea of touching because I have become more focused on my body?
I don't know what I'm trying to say. I don't understand so much why I should crave closeness. I mean I do. I just don't understand if I want to or not. If I begin to accept it a little there is this dark underlying fear. A hand dreadful and cautious coddling my heart, weary to every passer-by. No matter how unappealing it is, it feels safe. As if I am protected by it's unyielding grip.
I am vexed by this desire. I want passion I want exciting awareness of another's body. I want that electricity.
Then I don't want it. I feel sick or I get terribly depressed. Don't touch me. Don't come close. Stay away.
I'm so miserably stuck with these feelings. This contrast and contradictory existence. Yet I think I know the solution. I'm just not sure how to feel. Thought takes over and it becomes redundant. I design my life, I move on. Feelings get left behind. Parts of who I am, get left behind.
I must change. But it's so hard to give up. Manually cutting pieces out of my heart, just to stay alive. Is a little difficult to do.
Then again I have been more energetic then I prefer to be. Expending energy at work and walking lots, is this technically the mind connecting further with my body? Whereas I usually see it quite separate. Does this somehow relate to the fact that I am more so intrigued by the idea of touching because I have become more focused on my body?
I don't know what I'm trying to say. I don't understand so much why I should crave closeness. I mean I do. I just don't understand if I want to or not. If I begin to accept it a little there is this dark underlying fear. A hand dreadful and cautious coddling my heart, weary to every passer-by. No matter how unappealing it is, it feels safe. As if I am protected by it's unyielding grip.
I am vexed by this desire. I want passion I want exciting awareness of another's body. I want that electricity.
Then I don't want it. I feel sick or I get terribly depressed. Don't touch me. Don't come close. Stay away.
I'm so miserably stuck with these feelings. This contrast and contradictory existence. Yet I think I know the solution. I'm just not sure how to feel. Thought takes over and it becomes redundant. I design my life, I move on. Feelings get left behind. Parts of who I am, get left behind.
I must change. But it's so hard to give up. Manually cutting pieces out of my heart, just to stay alive. Is a little difficult to do.