Balls and Bondage

It's been a while. I still think about you. Things are chaotic but the rush keeps it interesting. Some say I'm consumed. Perhaps, but I'm ok with that. I've been busy, but a sense of nostalgia brings me here. to write. to tell. to vent.

I'm saying goodbye to the old me. Or is it the young me? I'm not sure. But this new me has an intense need to fly, float and be free. I was talking to a friend that at some point made my stomach turn. Today, he  makes me sad - he's lost and comfortable. With no lane open for take off, he's bonded to her, the rent and to a fear of living without passion.

It takes balls to fulfill your purpose. Heavy balls and it's not always pleasant. More importantly it takes conviction and reprogramming of subconscious thought. It also requires detailed attention to what the mouth invokes. Words are so powerful; they're beautiful and scary. Speak carefully.