Sometimes it's hard to open up, even to yourself. C'mere. I'll
let you in on a little secret. There's a trick you see. Picture your emotions as a large container, filled to the
brim, with a large valve controlling the flow.
Twist this valve, to let the emotions flow through the spout, to
flow like water, to take their shape.
*opens* A feeling is love that comes from nowhere, and ends in nowhere but takes you someplace in the middle oh no what do I think I'm
doing? How can I let this pleasure take me and fool me with emotional masturbation and take me as a whore
as I am, a pile of life that breaths and feels strong like no other, but feels like many others, oh dear what if there
is one other far far away in the land that is that can possibly feel the same
way that I do but simply cannot open the valve? What if they've opened
it already? *shuts*
The talented folks from Sonic Youth once said that confusion is sex. I tend to
differ in my opinion. Sex is cheap, quick, easy, yet strangely
fun. Confusion is Love.