Earlier today I was talking to a close friend about anal sex. Also, this damn rain is preventing lover and I from one one of our field excursions. Rain check.
Maybe it’s horomones… which are such a dangerous thing sometimes. I am just confused, by the thoughts in my head and the feelings i am getting from my own sanctuary right now… and the freedom feeling i miss, haven’t gotten in so long, but will catch a brief fleeting moment of every once in a while, as it may have been the one upside of being a damn gypsy. Guess i am just ultimately a creature of pride and habit. Nothing is new about me now. Once again i have no idea where i’m headed, all i know is i need to get back to my roots again.
Everything happens for a reason.
