Freedom is god

Freedom is god

When did we become so afraid and terrified to be ourselves? I’m free to love you the way I want or, not at all. I’m free to hold grudges and remember every cruel thing that was ever done to me so that I NEVER allow those things to happen ever again. I’m free to learn from my mistakes and I’m free to make new ones every day. I’m free to do what I want, and to keep my distance from whomever I want. I’m free to express myself the way I want or to keep my feelings to myself. I’m free to be flattered but not love you back. I’m free to give my heart to her even if she takes it and throws it away. I’m free to keep my heart to myself, free to protect my soul and free to be cold. I’m free to share my bed with her but not my life. I’m free to be single forever and I’m free to choose a wife when I’m ready, if that’s what I want. I’m free to not feel guilty if I don’t fall in love with you. I’m free to be selfish. I’m also free to give you everything I have and share everything I am. I’m free to be goofy and I’m free to be cool. I’m free to be me and you’re free to be you. I’m free to not give a fuck how you think I’m supposed to feel…or how I’m supposed to be. I’m free to focus on what I’m trying to do with my life. That also means that I’m free to not get mixed up in dumb shit that never works out, and has NEVER worked out for the hundreds, and thousands of people who tried everything I DON’T want to do. I’m free to be stuck in time if that moment that has me paralyzed makes me happy.

Nothing that’s good for you will hold you prisoner…and that applies to love AND hate equally.

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3 am

It’s almost 3am here in Brooklyn and I’m sitting here sipping on this strong white rum, not really sure what I should do. Life for me is much kinder to me than she used to be and I owe so much of that to you. Your grace came along and freed my soul. This rum has my head spinning and I find myself grinning when I think of about your mischievous smile, the one you flash when you’re up to no good. You made me forget everything that was false before you came along because I found so much truth deep inside you. The only problem now is that I’m drowning fast. My crazy fits inside your crazy like a glove. I’m addicted to that Goddess Love  you keep spoiling me with… drunk off of the taste of all your lips, the ones between your thighs and the ones above your pretty chin. I’m obsessed with the way you take all of me, the way you sigh and move your hips. Writing all of this down is the one way I know of to express myself. When you get out of the shower, I’ll take the rest of the night, again and again until sunrise, to show you the rest.

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The First Chapter

The first chapter of a book is even more important than the first track on a musician’s album. The first chapter has to reach out and grab a reader by the throat, penetrate the deepest parts of their thoughts and make love to their mind. Then, those first few paragraphs have to seduce them with the skill behind the strokes until the reader is totally addicted and obsessed with finding out what happens next. They should be able to feel and taste the ink deliberately splashed across the pages. Get it started the right way so that first chapter is foreplay to keep them engaged as you spontaneously and creatively keep them excited. The last page should make them feel an explosion of emotions, leaving the reader as spent and as exhausted as those blissful moments after the best orgasm.

THAT is what I try to give my readers, every single time….

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