Nonsensical Seduction

My love language is words of affirmation, something that I ironically have not always loved about myself. I have viewed this as weakness: why do I always need to be told how sexy, kind, witty, intelligent, sexy, loyal, compassionate, sexy, courageousness, sexy, funny & sexy I am? Isn't it already obvious?? That was too easy, sorry. Anywho, me not accepting who I am led to utter chaos in how I valued myself. Subconsciously, I was in dire need of words of affirmation and without acceptance, this put all my self-worth in the hands of others. This insecurity manifested it's ugly head through gift-giving and encouragement (Because gift-giving and encouragement are succubus' that bleed the world dry of joy, I know, I know). Yes, you can make the argument that I was still bringing joy to others, but in reality I was just doing it to hear those delicious words of affirmation. The longer I went without my fix, my mind would start fidgeting; The high was getting weaker and we...

With a moth-eaten suit barely clinging to my body like unrequited love that so eagerly teases, I meander down this abyss of nothingness. As I continue, a discernible breeze caresses my skin triggering goosebumps ready for harvest: the most feeling I have had in weeks. I walk and walk as I know of nothing more. I notice the clouds quiescently drooping down towards the soil as if it was being driven by an octogenarian who's vision has abandoned her along with her three spawns that spent years plotting an escape from the oppressive North Korean-esque regime that plagued their childhood household. The earth's floor obediently gives way as endless walls erect out of the ground on both sides of the path. This is normal, right? I walk and walk as I know of nothing more. The octogenarian-driven cloud has finally kissed the dirt and finally my vision has forsaken me. Fog saturates the surroundings, conditions ripe for the Grim Reaper to prey. I walk and walk as I know nothing more, unti...