Messages from the bottle

Falling in love with submission

On my own two feet I stumble along I do

It’s tedious and exhausting

The parts of me I consider strong

Weaken at times when i least expect

If power is responsibility and ignorance is bliss than what steps must I pursue to obtain bliss.

It feels easier to be powerful, why do i dream of it, seek it, relentlessly pursue it

Growth doesn’t always equal climbing to the top but rather satisfying our own expectations, says the experts.

But I digress

For choices,(sometimes tough ones) produce outcomes and outcomes become our lives

It’s a roller coaster, a yin/yang, balance and moderation that should dictate our choices

Some days it feels so black and white

I dominate my world yet submit to him to harmonize my inner goddess (lol).

Other days feel grey (lol)

I fall in love with submission

Lord, for my soul I pray

I see so many forms of media that Shed light on our “human condition”. The needs we have or feel that seem to be endless goal after goal. We are never happy unless we have a new goal. I feel our minds need challenging and if the right challenges aren’t available we make challenges for ourselves or become opportunistic and that can sometimes be self destructive. 

Heres some songs that remind me of my own human condition and the destruction I have experienced 

The son the sea is a saDist

Captivating and confident are his waves, and like a siren, he calls the driftwood to his shores.

Like brittle bones of castawaYs they crash into land.

Halting only Long enough to break apart and be swept under once more.

With each cycle they become less recognizable even to the eyes of those with experience

Like a little boy with a magnifying glass he tortures anything in his wAke

Some strays of the sea are lucky and come to rest on the banks of an unfamiliar place.

But location matters not, only survival.

See, anyone who dare play with the young son of the sea may eNd up swept away in the undertow

Withholding air, your panic soars

If he gets you that far and you still live you’ll then be sunk to the depths. Where he will let the weight of his body crush you.

Yet still he is enjoying himself.

Flooding all of you, until you are only an island in your mind and a memory to everyone else.

Water has always frightened me. It’s blackness, it’s endlessness and the mystery of what lies beneath that could be my end in seconds.

However the beasts that swim, I’ve discovered, are the least of my worries.

The son of the sea is a sadistic fuck.

once he found me I was lost 

I don’t  want to play with him,  I’ll live instead.

Xo 😘

Picture says a thousand words

wanted to share a book that was a practical read for me. After all every thing can’t be about my desires. 

The subtle art art of not giving a fuck  by Mark Manaon

https://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=1456011682&i=1000433973694

I like to do artssy photos of my pets. while drinking 

lol ya the messages get wilder as the night goes on