Moment

I've really been slipping on the whole sexual sobriety thing. I've lost the thread that connects me to the ideal of it. I'm living in the dreamworld, in which all pains are forgotten. I know that rememberance will come only when things get bad enough to wake me up.

I had a realization the other night: I do not have to wait for someone to love me to have love in my life; I simply have to start loving.