Pickle in Aloneness

Pickle in Aloneness

I don’t want to be alone. I wake up with a pit of heaviness and emptiness in my chest.  It aches. Aching, heavy, pit of emptiness.  I call this ache “loneliness”.  I ache to feel the loving embrace of someone who adores me, a soulmate. I want to be...
Sex. Love. Genius.

Sex. Love. Genius.

Sex. Love. Genius.How are they related? What do they have in common?I’ve been asking myself these questions consciously for the past several weeks…and I’ve been living these questions for years, without knowing it.I sensed that sex, love, and genius...