Nakaupo ako. Nakadungaw sa labas ng bintana. Nangungulila ako sa maraming bagay, pati marahil sa tao.
Bumabalik tanaw ako sa mga naranasan ko sa kalsada, sa unibersidad, sa buhay.
Pawis na mga daliri habang sumasambulat bawat alaala. Dumadaloy patungo sa dulo ng mga daliri papunta sa unti-unting napupunong pahina.
- Having sex every day.
- Saving sex for your wedding night.
- Never having sex.
- Having sex with different people.
- Having sex with one person.
- Having sex with a person of your same gender.
- Loving sex.
- Hating sex.
- Being loud.
- Being quiet.The only thing wrong with sex?
When it’s not consensual.
Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.
(via toalltheirown)
This multi-faceted existence is causing this quasi-death, a stagnation of the totality of interests and hopes and dreams. For conflicts in reason and chosen realities could never be reconciled with the genuine need for being.
- my head at 10:49 pm