I sat one night, gun cocked at my side, nothing in sight just my screen and I.
Sleepless encounters drove me to such madness’s which trickled into my dreams.
The madness grew each waking moment of each work-less day.
No progression, no muse.
The sleepless paralysis, where ones feet go numb, refusing to move, a comment popped up . The only thing that brought my feet back down to sanity was what curiosity brought me to. An outlet to share my shitty fading life -IMAGINATION was dead.
Ten years since I wrote. Ten years to the day.
Friends -still figuring out how to make them, I am that, WHO NEEDS FRIENDS? person.
years of pain people put me through, but ‘your just a screen, and YOU CAN’T SEE ME!’
This is a dreadful attitude, I realize, so thank you FICLY! I now can post my sexual frustrations, fantasies, LUSTS, and silly stories where I KNOW though I may have a lot of work to get back to good (maybe one day great) I have a place to call home, as I am the 3% sitting naked in front of all of YOU! (really I am haha)