Walk the walls.

I am full of words
I like to flow with words and movement because it pleases me...it is a visceral pleasure, a physical pleasure...and i'm loving being physical.

These are the words.

I love you.

You make me whole and present and free.

You are an active and magical part of myself and I am grateful that you are here.

I am grateful that you show me the walls are not real, and I am ecstasy in the moment those illusions are melting in front of me.

You are the magician. The true shaman.

Beloved One, Beautiful One, Gorgeous One, You are the miracle.