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"Pain is freedom for me, it allows me to quiet my own mind, and be free of anything and everything. It reminds me of my own mortality, and frees me to live without fear. "
We are many, we are wild.
Ever-changing as the fickle flames.
Words whose intention not to sting,
but penetrate with honesty the hearts true intention
A wild thing cannot love like man does,
the Fae simply cannot grasp the concept.
We speak the language of loyalty, and fates.
And in so doing must bend like the willow branch.
The promise of forever need not be spoken.
Moments shared live on in their own infinity,
spiraling up and away from us in the un-tamable current
Our mind is the collection of fleeting moments,
and we dare not mourn the loss of them when they have gone from us.
To be wild, a dark thriving thing,
basking in the very light it apposes.
To be enraptured in the dichotomy of self, and selflessness.
To simply be,
when all things are surrounded in shadow and fire.
Breathing deep the sweet air of summer,
feeling the hot sting of the sun
as it washes away tainted black thoughts.
We are now, and always will be wild, free and unbroken.
We choose to kneel only when those who are worthy
have gained our respect, loyalty and passions.
Our submission the ultimate gift.
Do not ask me to be what I cannot,
Do not break me,
for it is in my wild eyed fury that my soul is seen.
Lay a chain across my shoulders, but do not bind me down.
Let me be free, and know I will return always home.
Allow me the grace of the sun, and the satisfaction of cool water to drink.
Then understand the love only the earth can truly provide.
I'm looking for a sort of friendship, something to remind me that even though my life has slipped into a mundane pattern I am still a wild, kinky at heart woman. Feel free to write me a message, and we can see if a conversation starts.
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