Yore

Days pass quickly into yore time speeds along advancing me into an unknown future. The friction of this travel leaves an emotional rawness. I am everything and nothing all rolled into one. My sleeping dreams are strange my waking dreams fanciful and hope filled the actuality of my life is a different and wholly boring tattoo.

I miss the odd instance of spontaneous affection from someone who sees me as an intimate equal and not just a source of revenue.

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I Alone

Choosing to not be defined by others and creating a solid self-Image identity can only help to establish an inner fortitude and a perpetual well-spring of hope on which to draw when life becomes difficult. I wish I had this epiphany 20 years ago.