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A moment and then another

I only exist in the space of the other. My strength, my joy, my love - We are the moments we share.

I have no title, no absolutes, no fixed adornment. I am not submissive in the sense that it is in me and absent in another. I am what I am at the time that I am. I am submissive to all and to no one. I submit to the world in complete faith of its wisdom, acceptance, love and deliverance.

I cannot be defined in absolutes but can be labelled with qualifiers just for common understanding and no more - ever disrupting, ever changing, ever subsiding, ever becoming.

I grow into another and another. Or is it that I strip down to become less and less.
1 year ago. October 17, 2022 at 11:39 PM

What is this magic? This dust in the air? That tickles my appetite for the pleasure and beauty of you, whom I do not know.

Always falling in love ever so briefly, drifting again with my head so deep in the clouds. 

Fading, ghostly, desperate for silence and beauty and transience - moving in need of the ocean and wind.

Lemosyne​(sub female) - The last line feels so much like magic
1 year ago

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