on my own...

Oh hey, anyone up for remaking their core wounds voluntarily in the context of the dating scene? Abandonment, codependency, fears of inadequacy, power struggles, trust issues, insecurity of all kinds? No? Right! Because it sucks. So I'm on my own again in the eternal ouroboric love affair of my mythical divine nature, loving, nurturing, forgiving my precious fumbling well intended and endearingly delusional human self. Sacred unhinged miraculous jaw to snake ass, may I find satiation in my hunger for what ever it is I am craving, that brought me and brings me endlessly to the meeting points of existence and makes me choose life again and again with the longing for more.