if love were lungs instead of hearts then breathing would be an obvious aphrodisiac
One reason I talk so much (and think so much and process so much) is that these are the ways I have developed, through my past experience and choices, for “letting me have” my own true feelings. Talking and sharing makes the feelings seem more real to me.
Sometimes this is swell, others horrific, lots of in-between. But there are times when I have taken the art of talking too much – believe it or not – to the extreme of not even breathing.Read More »