The beautiful boys where I work ask each other regularly, "how can I not be myself?" I understand it's from the movie I heart Huckabees, which I have not seen, but plan to. They smile at one another in the sweetest, purest way. I love them.
There are times, these days, when I do not understand, at all, how my heart can feel so full. Like a rush, like a sacred orgasm, like the smell of the ocean and it's song pulsing against senses. These moments suprise me, shove me gently out of my broken hearted reverie and dare me to feel life as new and inspiring. And it won't be denied, fortunately. I always give in and with this surrender, feel washed clean.
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