I can not shake the feel of my self-abasement  .  If it were easy to evoke something so beautiful I would . An ode that I say would be “to little of time” . I want nothing more but to cast away these intensified emotions  but I can’t . I crave the lust from others but I don’t act upon my feelings because to little of time , I want nothing more but have the contact from another individual
. What makes me any different ? We all crave some type of connection from another person, mine just happens to be lust . A little shamed to admit that I’ll never feel directly wanted or safe . The skin I’m in is nothing more then a holo shell ; I wish to be cleansed and redeemed of these thoughts.