Even With The Best Intentions, Growing Apart

When You Say Too Much About Anything Important, It Always Ends Up Sounding More Trivial Than It Is. Words Trash It.

And Now, As I'm Lying Alone In My Own Bed, I Keep Thinking About Writhing Against Him Last Night, Naked And Vulnerable. Even After We'd Both Risen And Fallen, Peaked And Plummeted, Even After Marcus Was Physically Shrinking From Inside Me, I Couldn't Stop Clutching, Crying, Trying. Trying To Pull Him Deeper, Deeper, Deeper Within. Trying To Make Him More A Part Of Me Than I Am Myself.

The Road Less Traveled Will Not Be Smooth

Then A Lightning Bolt Shot Straight Through My Skivvies. Sha-zam!

I Feel Better When I Am Not Around People. When I Am Alone, Alone, Alone.