jpenseur; Introspective Personal Journal, Poetry, and Anthology.

I enjoy writing.  Sentences give me joy.  I feel enamoured by how words flow, It is like a warm shower. Comforting.  It feels like droplets jubilantly dancing on my soul. I love how the sounds play in my ear  and how words seem to catch me in a game of tag. I love how definitions build mountains in my brain and how I build bridges to cross.  I love that I get to venture, And catch people's eyes.  I enjoy writing. 

The less you focus on your outward appearance, the happier you are with yourself. The less often you are entranced by a lake that can drown you. 

One thing I started noticing is that friendships can be so transactional. It's great to support each other, but sometimes I think the basis of some cordial support is to show that you aren't 'alone' rather than being happy with the company. I don't know; I don't like that 'keeping up with appearances' mentality; it's suffocating. I would rather be alone. 

I don't mean to be a shroud of negativity, but there are so much pointless things that people put so much weight on. It's so sad. Sometimes I fall into that hole, but I catch myself. Logic tells me that all the validation I'm ever going to need is from within. 

Sometimes you're just not part of the same puzzle box. 

Hair made of dragon heads, you meet my gaze. Eyes burning with passion and allure, I stun you. You look aroused. Still from elation. Vasodilation.  I feel my blood flow. You make me want to shed my skin. It tells me to play the fool.  My breath turns heavy like I've seen my prey. I hold back my instinct to attack. My mouth waters, My mind wanders. "I want to take a bite of you."

To feel both ashamed and liberated by your To be both elated and sad that the weight you carry no longer holds you down. To be hopeful and give up at the same time.