I've got a lot of thoughts running through my head. But I'm scared to write cause I'm not quite ready to birth a definition to this feeling yet. Not ready for the responsibility that's gonna come with figuring all of this out. So i'd rather let my thoughts swim around--multipying 3000 per second. Coasting until I get excited and revved up enough to let them out. Hopefully they'll hit a mark and develop into something beautiful. Something that I can nurture, something that'll grow to be great. But right now, I'm too focused on my own happiness to deal with these thoughts. I'm not ready to listen to these thoughts. They might provide me a strategic diagram on how to achieve the intimacy I've craved, the mutual respect I deserve, the pillow talk I need to hear. But I don't know if my curiosity is premature, so let's just slow the pace, switch gears and 86 this strategy. I'd rather go with Plan B and abort the mission before I find myself trapped and ill equipped. I looked up at him and tried to fake it, but I couldn't, he offered me 69 plans. Maybe we can work together. Three heads are better than one and with the stimulation of enough nerves we'll be able to get something outta all of this. But I don't know. I told him maybe we can just foreplay the details to forego into a clearer space. Free of the clutter of my thoughts. Free of the risk of premature ejaculation. Free of the risk of reckless pentration and the development of responsibilities neither of us are ready for. So let's just leave my thoughts where they are. Let them just swim freely in their confined space.
Peace. Love. Happiness. Music
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