The Evolution of a Seed.

Sometimes I wonder, what comes of my desires? What are their origins and what are they here to accomplish? We are a product of our circumstances, yet we have the power to overcome them. My practice with each budding fantasy is questioning what part of me this serves. When I am dancing at the club, who am I becoming? What part of me am I feeding? When I find a person that intrigues me, what place do they have in my life, where do I belong in theirs? These questions bring me deeper into this relationship with myself. It brings every little circumstance and mundane detail to life. It illustrates an infinite, malleable, eroticism. I am never the same and always enough.  My sensualities are my roots. My fantasies, the fruits I bare. Seasonal, fresh, decaying. The evolution of a seed

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