ejaculate, and disperse

Patience can be a comforting friend, once you find the time to come to terms with it.

I don't understand why

or how

you can like me.

doesn't matter

have to watch u grow

and decide

The more it is about lust, the less it is about substance. Perhaps then it'll be over with a different ending. Not necessarily a happy one, but an ending nonetheless. I won't have to molt. 

Rejoice and take extra comfort in their willingness for hedonistic pleasures? Too many a sin for too high a price. Yet, we allow ourselves to indulge, to immerse ourselves in other versions of the figures we're supposed to embrace. Mapping onto ourselves and ultimately diluting values. Do you give an inkling of a damn?

I must admit, I get bothered by typecasts, to a certain extent. You are stereotyped as something you don't identify with. Then, armed with a strong urge to prove them otherwise, you set out with blatant conduct. Alas, because of society's never-ending fascination with what they cannot or refuse to comprehend, you end up frustrated, unsatisfied, strung out, and ultimately more defiant than ever before.

It's a peculiar habit of ours; poking our noses into stranger's dealings. You do it half-noticing, you lace it with candour, you pause with hesitation, you do it anyway. I can fathom the interest people take in something extraordinary, something you don't see quite frequently or something that is rarely practiced. But the response or reaction is usually blown out of proportions. People and their loose tongues.

Don't take it personally, I tell myself these days, they don't know you.

If that fails, I let myself feel bitter and swear like mad.

How have we survived? Through faith, disguises and masks, the need for approval and ultimately the attainment of it, instantaneous gratification, friends and light company, intoxication, apathy towards intolerant perception, avoiding anything reminiscent, and of course, impulsive purchases.

Downward spiral coming to a plateau. 

This ember, he sets it on fire every single time. Its roaring flames intimidate my blues. Gloom versus blinding shine.

After being made a cripple, shot after shot, he props me back up again. Reason for making the most trivial of things significantly worthwhile.

So cold. So chilly, this edge of the seat. Two insecure passengers on a boat. I'm leaning in while you're hanging out. Nothing can beat the coldness. Could I ever row away with you still on the vessel?

It isn't a feeling, it really is a disease. Like many illnesses that befall the unfortunate, hate spreads in a matter of heartbeats, through and from the minds of people who allow such intense abhorrence. It's blood-borne. Once you have it in your system, bit by bit, your soul gets eaten away.

This, is neither a form of repentance nor is it a sermon. In the black abyss, my well-done sirloin awaits. Some fine wine, Cherie?

Have preferences. A checklist, maybe. But keep an open mind. "Never" endears itself to those who take pleasure in warding it off.

Anonymity is much sweeter when they know you're in hiding. Otherwise, you're a lurker; a figure in the shadow; a sad case. They are getting on mine. Ha.

Really? The single most overused phrased at the very beginning of a fresh term?