drowningandlovingit
So what does one think about when clearly inebriated, alone... listening to beautiful music... dreamily floating away... and clearly celibate, and thus unable to take his enjoyment to levels of sexual awesome?
To get here, I certainly think I hit a crucial point where I felt as if I fell backwards into a pool... and began to drown... until I found the strength in me to push myself up back to the top...
It was beautiful... I cannot describe how beautiful the world is when you come back into it from having visited the void.
I long, right now... to do something that I have never seen outside of tales in books. "I killed my dinner with Karate..."
Sorry. Lyrics are interspersing themselves into my thoughts.
Nonetheless... a chess correspondance. Write letters to someone, sending them chess moves... have forever to think about the move... have chess board off in the corner dedicated to tracking the movements.
Would be fun... especially since I was never really that good at Chess.
Now to lie back and enjoy some music.
Love to y'all.