Lovelistlessness stories

namozenCommunity member
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The surreal yet real life experience of myself interacting with members of the opposite sex.


My average experience, go to a club, bar, or meet a woman anywhere. We talk, drink coffee, tea, or some strong drinks. I am walking with her, the moment of truth has come.

The suspense has built. In the heat of the moment, things are hazy, I drift off and then I wake up to a stormy night. I look out the window and see a lightning bolt paint the sky.

I hear the pattering of the rain on the roof. The room is candlelit.

I run out of the room and out into the freezing rain and scream at the top of my lungs into the Heavens or cold space and I have strong existentual crisis.

My feet sploshing into the mud as the vines wrap themselves around my ankles and the trees open their eyes and scream with me. Looking into the sky. Screaming until the clouds start bleeding.

And I am covered in the blood of clouds. A sticky warm rain with the scent of depression from forgotten beings.

It dawns on me that I am in somewhere between some kind of religious institution and at the edge of madness.

Either meditating or praying with a raging fire inside me that burns away all lust from the existence of the planet until I become a fine mist blowing in the wind.

And my physical form is not bound to this existence. And I become one with the insects, plants, the worms in the dirt, the trees and the whales.

I'm floating in an ephemeral existence beyond the realm of the living and the dead. I've become a Son of The Air and I high five The Little Mermaid who suffered a similar fate.

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