So I'm here calm and receptive with two drastic ailments afflicting heart and body.
A physical blockage of leather bondage, viral demons use my neck to push off and restrict senses for primate navigation.
Being is splattered through dream filter into beauty relief in no-fear realm where I swim around your impression on me.
Like A shameless child I desire to strangle the you out of you, let it gather at my feet and I rail your essence before the chase begins again in misery fog, line of sight distorted leading Love junkies over the edge en masse.
To no one's surprise
They seem never to learn
Living in wanting
Of the very first sunrise.
Logic defends totems of common sense in defiance of compassionate letting be, appreciating without melding and finding A peace and loving within.
- Ryan Dickinson