Introspectively speaking, the last four months have began a very redefining time of my life. However, I often find that...I’m in and out of it...Whatever “it” is. Notably, it’s quite strong. It sways and moves me effortlessly. All at once, I’m split into multiple victims and goddesses arise within me. Surrender was on the tip of my tongue for some time now...but I don’t think I’ll ever give it up again. Lurking inside of me is something that’s remained dormant for ages, it seems. She’s cool, sensual, desirable...She’s got her lovesick gaze drawn upon you, wanting more than either parties are willing to sacrifice. It’ll take a miracle before she makes that type of move again. Only able to give herself partially now because she’s rediscovered her worth. The more time solitude hangs around and cradles her in it’s eerily soothing embrace, the more polyamory appeals to her desires and needs. Love is a very familiar friend to this healer and guide. Perpetually leading others to things she can never obtain...but why not temporarily give in, if nothing lasts forever anyway? After my life was almost stolen from me, certain things fell into perspective. One permanent certainty is this: Life is short and fragile. I plan to do what I want to, so I can say I did it. Monogamy swallowed my life whole and spit me back out. It somehow left a bad taste in MY mouth. However, now I’ll use other lovers to wash out that putrid flavour...