They gaze upon your outside, clawing at it relentlessly,
wanting their own experience of you.

Overlooking the being in there that needs to be
valued rather than depleted.

I let you puncture my healed wound...again. The difference is this time I didn't like it.

Alex Grey

Being in his presence is familiar in that he radiates that 

energy that is felt through gazing at his creations.

I must be a considerate person even when plastered drunk... Because at the end of the night instead of hurling in the Uber ride person's car, I drunkenly unzipped my pocket book and threw up into it...creating a huge mess for my own self for the next day.

Cheers to finding ways to feel free...