waxing poetic

The body is my muse. Her ability to shift into space unabashedly to unleash a fury of leveraged tension enthralls me.

Just imagining what it would feel like to throw that 1 punch that drops another motivates me to find it within. I know it will feel exquisite. Each connection an opportunity to allow the violence brewing to actualize itself.

Powerful- secure- aware- ready. Tension evenly distributed ready to strike in all directions is the aim.

Coming back to nature- being ourselves- shelving polite and allowing expression.

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