i’ve never been afraid of expressing the need to feel important to my people. my ego & pride died a long time ago so when i fling my arms around you and treat your like a savior it isn’t because i need saving, but rather everyone deserves to be seen as a hero. especially if i am loving on you. it’s easy to extend a love for folks that fits into a mechanical form. call. text. answer. nothing, you? pop up. fuck on em. the i miss you’s. and eventually the fizzle runs flat and i’m left analyzing a situation to see if it’s still coursing and it’s not. i don’t feel comfortable with static, ingenuine displays of affection because i don’t engage in that shit, yknow what i mean? i am hyper present and a tune. i am both perfectly submissive & equally dominant. i am both an embodiment of the Divine Feminine, balanced with traits of sharp inginutity & discernment courtesy of the Divine Masculine energy. this is A LOT. it’s taken me my whole life time to realize my far reaching mind, heart and soul aren’t a burden but rather a gift to illuminate within myself and spread evenly among my loved ones. i will love you dizzy and right back sane again. issa fax, b. i do this love thing too well. i get it. i am it. i walk, talk and honor it within me everyday. Love is Me.