I began imitating creations, similar to those I would make when I would have children of my own
Sexuality is something so beautiful, and yet at times we curse the damn thing when it just doesn't kick in with its own doing security.
Let's not mistake sexuality for sexual expression, for an expression is simply an outlet for the body, and a personal style. A way of seduction, or personal fulfillment. Sexuality was something I looked for, until my flaws started making sense, something I think subconsciously I must have looked forward to ever since I knew I would have children of my own one day.
Games overtook my creativity which hadn't begun, by people who thought they could already do. It sucked, but I always knew I was so much closer to where I wanted to arrive, and so much more inspired to begin that journey ride.
Sexual expression, is my way of creating a child, a game, words, and even a whole rhyme!
Sexuality, is the color red, it lies on my root chakra, and gives me a sense of security in knowing what I am doing.
I bloom, I bloom, I bloom.... why it's here, and I'm not celebrating. Today I see, that while everything I've wanted arrives, what I gave less importance to, is the very thing I mourn, as I learn to say goodbye to the past which so kindly brought me here.
