Anannas-garden - Ananna's Garden

I rage against God

The words you write have become very dear to me. For the life of me I can’t explain why, but the words you write have a hold on me and won’t let go. There’s something very special inside you, so please keep writing, and good luck with anything and everything you’re going through.

There have been few things that have filled me with the pride you have with this. Thank you so much, I am truly moved and so happy that my writings we're impactful enough for them to touch you so. I am also extremely appreciative of your kind words of encouragement. I don't write as much as I used to, but that is more a matter of life going well and personal growth. Hope to write more, with all the changes coming in my life I am sure I will be

Why I am afraid of sex

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I have no idea and all too many.

Fear of being seen

Fear of taking up space

Fear of not knowing what I am doing

Fear of not being perfect

Fear

It is the driving hindrance of my life.

I am afraid of everything because I do not understand everything

I find myself trapped in my own head

Desperately trying to understand.

I get turned around and stressed

Obsessively analyzing every single moment of it

Robotically approaching the situation

Trying to solve a formula

A combination

A puzzle that can be beaten

And then I will know it all

Never struggling again.

I need to be god

And achieve the impossible.

Sex is intimate

And that requires me to remove the mask

The mask that is the lie of me.

I pretend at being bold

Knowledgeable.

I play at being functional

And that I get every joke or innuendo.

I am great at seeming like I know what I am doing

But understanding alludes me.

Intimacy brings me face to face with myself

And that is something I have buried under a million miles of sedimentary masks.

I don't know how to be me.