Joy

What is joy made of?

Sculpt

We are the sculptor and the sculpture.

Itself

A fluid playing with itself.

Invasion

Afraid that my every touch is interpreted as an invasion.

Direction

The direction of fulfillment

New guy

Hey new guy,

I didn't know you were in me as well. Well, you've been there for some time now. What's recent is that I see you and recognize you.

You're the fear that others don't really want to be with you. Every moment with someone, every look, every offer, every joke, every silence... you're looking out for hints that the other one doesn't want to be there anymore, that they're bored, that they caught scent of your body and want to get away from it, that they want to get out of there, and don't know how, can't bring themselves to say it. That I'm, naive and unaware, holding them an awkward prisoner of social protocol.

You've been with me for a while, I just hadn't stated you as you are. Recognized you.
Hello.

And I see how at times the coin is flipped. At times I don't want to spend anymore time with someone, and it is difficult for me to state it, to express that another's company has grown sour or boring on me.
Maybe if I know how to say that clearly in those moments, you, Mr. Fear, can realize this feeling, this desire to pull away, is not something to be ashamed or, to hide, or to avoid. Maybe then you can find another hobby, and I can relax and engage with what's actually happening in the engagement between them and moi.

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