"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin





Saturday, March 6, 2010

creative thererapy...your first love


first love...first sex I should say...when your whole body explodes...burns...
when you feel hungry, thirsty...
when all your senses are multiplied by 100 or 1000 or...
when you don't know what day it is, what time it is...
then life goes on...
other loves, other bodies, journeys....
but I'm still starving...
naked...
waiting...
each time is the first time...
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