When the power and ecstasy of the rope rips you from your hu..
Added 2020-08-26 04:03:47 +0000 UTCWhen the power and ecstasy of the rope rips you from your human body and transforms it into a new shape, there lives a second, less than a second, a mere shimmer of time when the mind is without a home, no body to call its own. Existence is painless in there, nothing but formlessness beyond understanding. A secret place, it contains nothing but the essence of self, a lost self. To then be taken in hand while swimming in that subspace, small and soft, warm and compliant. A bruised flower, perfect in its imperfection, to be pressed and kept and treasured. That's how I feel.
