Confusion, is something we all struggle with. It is fueled with the doubts we have about ourselves, and it is visibly seen in what we project "outside".
Torn between two states, spinning thinking patterns, and desires. For some, to whom this is too much, and I include myself here, creativity is a release. It's either express, or explode. And creativity, is "reproduction"; to reproduce the inner upon the canvas of the outer. This is something which I started to come across only lately, after discovering the "portrayal of words". Since at a young age, even before I entered that first kiss, and knew what sex is, I saw Life as a sexual play; the eternal dance of male and female. Part of my confusion was caused from the fact that I couldn't, "per definition", see myself as neither one nor the other. I closed myself, within my own world, for the fear of being rejected by society, which enforces clear distinction. Within sexuality, "the call" voices a different vibration between the male and female. The masculine body calls for recklessness and egocentricity. While on the other hand, the feminine, is more, patient somehow laid back and observant, so to choose the right partner. And there is where I am finding my lesson in all of this; to transform the urge and frustration of sexuality, into patience - while trusting that everything is working just fine anyhow, culminating into a greater creative outlet. "Kindle the Fire"
Honestly, who doesn't like fucking? Yet, true pleasure lies, when the paintbrush meets in between the hand and the canvas; hence where Souls, and not only bodies, meet upon one bed. To choose wisely with whom we paint ourselves with; we're a canvas, whose beauty, is maybe about being empty. For the mere gaze of Her eyes, will lay upon you the endless skies. Craving is not everything. Maybe we are too attached to the idea of sex.
📷 taken in Ecuador, June 2017