But then again, nothing remains the same. Face sit Pin Match 1: Sybil vs Lia In this 5 minute video we see two sexy, skilled grapplers barefoot in bikinis both trying to get face sit. All i can do is dig my feet into the snow as violently as possibly and then just lift off lightly, as not to disturb the delicateness of the experience. Almost never existed, melting into the bigger fluid experience. The search for wonder continues and I am nothing but a footstep in the snow. Where do you go when you leave? What happens to your soul when you let it be? When you unburden yourself of all the excess weight? How do you fix the unnecessary glitches in your day to day conscious experience? The sun is setting in glory his last rays are shining on the snow. All the tricks I play on my mind become obsolete and I am left with myself, the self I have been getting to know slowly, and yet most of my light is still foreign, only to be found in the deepest quests inside, and the farthest trips shocking my senses out of a practiced sedation… And so I click my feet again and I leave the mud of familiar spaces. Charlotte sat down, and felt refreshed by partaking of some oranges which I had had. So I keep on searching, and every time I think that I have arrived, I am weighed down by a trembling fear, a fear so tragic that time will not stop again, my eyes will not see the same wonder in the same way again. It goes so far away, that I am a changed person the moment I touch down again. All my heaviness is brought down by gravity and all that remains is a soul yearning to soar, and it does.
My tears start falling every time I leave a new destination, every time that the ground lets me go, my masks fall. It happens so often it’s like an unconscious ritual by now. As soon the plane took off something snapped, my mind stopped there it was: there I was, trapped by the moment.
The airplane sat on the runway for an hour in delay, and I was unsure whether it was the weather or my anxiety keeping it down.
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