Enlightenment through consummation 11182008

Adrenaline racing through my body making long pit stops in my extremities, making it possible for me to think clearly. I saw my Shangri-La off in the distance as I cleaned up. The act of this empty consummation may actually lead me to something big. It may have been the sex, or maybe the euphoria reached during the occasion, but I now feel like I can make moves to proclaim my happiness. Part of that comes from shedding this facade and truly living for me. Something great is on the horizon. I see it, I am reaching for it, but I also feel something restraining me. Holding me back and telling me to stay where I am. Telling me that the grass is no type of green over there. And to this oppressing force, this almost malevolent entity that seems fed up with me wandering too far off from the path that has been dictated and followed by so many before me, I ask, of what importance is the color of the grass if it serves the same purpose to be beautiful?