The spark - have you ever experience it going out? It certain felt that way, has been for a while. The flesh continued its usual function, but if one looks closely, my beautiful made-up eyes are like black holes.
Actually, the flesh might have died a little as well; the cycle of life spares no one.
"You fool" - is what someone used to say, not to me directly (not always, but at times heh), but it is what hit me today. Boy, I really miss the past; I had a fire within me, I was much more playful, the people around me were good people. I have turned into a pile of sticky watery goo since then, with the moisture putting out sparks and discouraging any from forming. The internal compass has confused itself and the rage I felt was undirected and destructive. I was not as fun as I used to be.
But change is the only constant and time waits for no one. No one likes a miserable bitch, and I was close to being both.
It is not easy digging myself out of this, hopefully the biggest sex organ in us can help maneuver me out of this mess.