20-06-05

lucid, but barely and without reason again. was the empty space that became this void. one really can never quite go back. each encounter leaves a bit behind. there was a day when the sting was new and it gave you that edge, but even that dulls over time. the sting...

that first taste of blood,-no! the first taste of cumbersome teenage sex in your best friends bed on your 16th birthday. you fucked that girl and you pulled out when you came all over her. Christ, you d... read more