Thrashing Through Sheets.

Its not the way your eyes darken, nor the way your smile begins to quiver. Neither is it the way your hair drapes your face as you lay there.
Its the way we tangle and thrash, the way your eyes lock into mine, the way of sweat, frustration, and excitement collide. We thrash. We're beautiful. You are my sweetest downfall, my greatest challenge. You are the completion of my desires, can you feel this? Can you?

I don't say much. We don't need too. I like to stare and admire how your skin is just so right on your collarbones. How your legs hold back any movement. How you don't blink when you hold me. The ceiling is unwavering, is it like you, before and after we collide? The room is now dark. I can't feel the warmth of any sunshine in this room. I can feel the warmth of your heart and it fills me. I wish we were so much more than just two individuals who are mere sheet tangles. I need you, don't you see?

We thrash. In more ways just than physically. Where our emotions strive to compete with our heart.

-Tyler Stunna-

How Do I Handle Myself?

Often, the most difficult challenges we face seem much worse than what they actually are. We often face preconceived notions from others that are unfair, or we face adverse objections from friends closest to us, or we eventually are betrayed by our own weaknesses. As a result, the feeling of dread (and in some cases, a loss of sanity) may occur, revealing a character streak that put bluntly, should have stayed hidden.
you don't really know someone until you seem them angry.
I reflect on my own behavior and the choices I make when I'm particularly challenged or upset. Am I saying things that hurt others? Am I letting others down by placing blame on someone other than myself when I am the one responsible for my mistake?
Now before this note heads into a quick stop in Sceneville, I must give myself a warning. When things grow out of my control, how do I handle myself? I ask myself this question and the famous Soviet cosmonaut, Valentin Lebedev, reminds me of the answer. Lebedev spent 211 days aboard the Salyut 7 space station, and the diary he kept became a cautionary tale. Depression and anxiety were constant reminders of how lonely he was and how frustrated he was becoming without human contact. In the same way, when you're in a strange environment like Lebedev, or when you face challenges that you feel you cannot deal with, do you lash out, or as Lebedev, "begin to count the days" until you can leave your situation or avoid your challenge altogether?
Hey, just some things to think about.

-Tyler Stunna-