There is no feeling that has yet to overwhelm me more than the sensation that I feel during and after writing a character piece. Seriously, it feels almost surreal. I don't even think it's me writing, but some subconscious divinity flowing through and out of the electrons in my body. It feels great. That's an understatement - it feels ethereal.
I miss eating peaches straight from the mason jar. I miss watching your hands peal the fuzzy flesh of the peaches. I miss the glossy shine of the juice over your palms and I miss the way you smelled like peach turnover and apple pie. I celebrate your beauty in all that I do and all that I write. You are the divinity inside me i swear. And because of that... I am fearless.
xoLo.
If I could be anyone's woman: I would be Shia's "ethereal angel." (See Shia's interview in the latest Playboy...)
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