Dear Fucking Diary
Archive for 2021
Drowning in your love,
learning how to breathe again.
Never realized
I used to breathe in toxic fumes
and call it true love.
I think sometimes. Maybe too often. About the phrase la petite mort. The little death. It's what a really good orgasm is like.
It's also the feeling of kundalini activation.
And that feeling when you nearly die, but don't.
The little death that hurts so good. That won't kill you, just kill the old you. Bring you to a new version of yourself.
Mon petite mort. My little Death.
A miniature reaper inside of me, to cleanse the old and bring in the new me.
Every seven (7) years, every cell in your body has been regrown and replaced. You are 100% a new person every 7 years. This is non-negotiable fact.
How amazing is it, that you are always growing to be a better you? Whether you think you are, or not!
Even a worser you got better at getting worse! >_^