Lost..

It's difficult to continue on my previous post. Such an intense experience!

So helpless, so lonely, so abandoned,...
(even while not alone)

Hanging there for hours, I missed home, I missed family, I missed Mistress...



Question that is important here is:
Why did I go there? Why did I let take away my freedom by someone else, not my Mistress?

The answer is left open. There's a missing. There's a loss of something that might have never really been.
But I feel lost. Someone might be losing me
(if nothing happens)


I am like Qt. I am not Qt. Different mind, comparable needs, same pain.


Lost balance again?