kaliva

Dreams. They come in all sorts of flavors and colors. Some are sweet and uplifting, others sour leaving a bitter taste on the edge of your memory as your eyes crack to the morning light. Some dreams though are dark and sultry, leaving you glistening with a film of light perspiration and longing for more as you awaken. These dreams are my favorite, there's nothing I'm afraid to experience there. I have no shame and I'm not afraid. I can push my boundaries beyond limits and experience forbidden fruits that today's society frowns upon. As I awaken I grasp these thoughts and explore with wonder. How sweet would life be to just enjoy life and all the pleasures it had to offer without any care of how it was perceived by outside opinions. That is how I wish to live my life, my code, my creed. Experience everything, taste everything. I will not be chained by the petty moral codes of what is appropriate and acceptable to a petty society, whose so trapped by an archaic ideology and code of conduct, that they spend their entire lives denying themselves what they desire. I am a woman, I am a gypsy, I am a pagan, I am a dancer, I am an artist, I am a sex worker, I am proud, I am free, and flying higher than those with closed minds. My third eye is open after almost a year's sleep lost in self-doubt while I stepped away from my SG sisters feeling confused and unworthy. Never again. Most importantly, I am back. XOXO ~Kaliva Suicide~