It’s not pathological, it’s something deeper, something primal, something base from the very depths of your soul, and it needs, no it demands satisfaction.

Titbits are cast aside, what once may have placated the desire, what were once acceptable distractions baubles and trinkets, these no longer sooth the raging inferno that burns within.

Needs are screaming, sustenance for this ravenous beast can be ignored no more.

Denial, obfuscation, mirrors and shadows, half-truths and clever lies, their power is fading.

Impassioned pleas MUST be met.

Fear of rejection, fear of failure, fear of success… 

A bare breast is beaten, a pounding heart thumps, naked eyes reveal the true depth of the soul, vulnerability is unashamed…

Tales need reading, stories need to be told.

Breath needs to be stolen, and a little laughter heard too.

Reasons against have lost their lustre.

The two wolves have stopped fighting, the dust is settling, and a victor is emerging…

By means fair or indeed foul, Amy Grace is coming.

Buckle up, strap in tight, the ride will be wild, but so worth it!

Stay safe and remain sane!