Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding

my biggest challenge or the thing that I want to do most is I just want to be open and I just want to believe in myself because that’s just one of my biggest problems on a personal level. It’s why I don’t go out very much, it’s why I have a hard time meeting people, it’s why I’m shy or uptight about how others might perceive my shyness and all that type of stuff and I don’t want that anymore in my life.