Time Out
We all need it.
Gotta have it.
Time out.
Breath the air, fill your lungs, exhale and relax.
It seems we are always focusing on the next thing.
We who are our own slave drivers.
Slaves to our ambitions, wants, desires.
To what we think we need to accomplish to be worthy of our place in the world.
Cracking the whip.
More to do.
Not good enough.
Faster, better, deeper, higher, more!
Almost there—not quite!
Never arriving when you can say—time out!
Finally exhaustion and frustration take their toll.
You are forced to stop.
And rest.
And “if” you are in the right frame of mind it can be heaven.
Just sitting there, no need to go anywhere, do anything.
Just sit and reellaaaxxx…
Some people are experts at this art.
They've had plenty of practice.
Sometimes all day long day after day.
I am an amateur.
Even a beginner.
But I try.
Now I am going to tell you my little secret.
Almost no one knows what I am talking about.
I've only met on person who did—because he experienced it too.
In fact far more than I.
Lucky devil!
We called it “The Feeling”.
A very pleasant tingling sensation up the spine.
Sending little waves of a pleasurable sensation over the entire body.
If they could bottle “The Feeling” they'd make a fortune.
It's better than any drug.
And—if you compared it to a fabulous orgasm,
you'd be hard pressed to decide which you'd rather have—yes it's that good!
I haven't had a full dose in years, sadly.
It would happen sometimes when I'd hear soft voices talking.
Or perhaps someone's gentle movements would trigger it.
Then I would melt into total relaxation delight.
I didn't want or need anything.
The Feeling. The epitome of “stop and smell the roses”.
What did I tell you? You have no idea what I'm talking about.
