For some the moment of impact is substantial, noticeable, and clear. But for me it is not. My moment of impact is unrecognizable, although it was sudden and powerful nonetheless. I am what I am and I do what I do because I am broken. I honestly have no desire to return or to be fixed. My moment of impact I know came out of falling in love and failing. My moment of impact does not discriminate on a specific moment in time, but rather from an ongoing battle within myself to realize and accept my fate as such. Maybe not so much a personal failing, but maybe perhaps being failed by everyone else. I now live without expectation, I accept the things that in which I have no power to control, and I am strong enough to withstand the worst reticule that I place upon myself and from others....I am human, I am emotional, and I am very real.I wish for love. I wish for health. I wish for a happy and successful life. I make love. I have health. I make my life happy and with moderate successl. I receive only my own love and I take nothing of such from others. I give love the best way I can. I seduce and make what I will...only for the moment....however long or short it may be. But what I offer for myself and for others is nothing short of a moment of time. This moment of time to feel, be felt, and be moved....perhaps a moment of impact...or not.
This is the story of how I became a happily self employed Escort in Berlin. Not just to survive, but because of an unquenchable thirst for good sex!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Moment of Impact
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