And so it is, just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me, most of the time.
And so it is: the shorter story — No love, no glory, no hero in her skies.
I can’t take my eyes off you. I can’t take my eyes off you. I can’t take my eyes off you. I can’t take my eyes off you. I can’t take my eyes off you. I can’t take my eyes…
— Damien Rice, The Blower’s Daughter.
Today I did the following:
1. I unsubcribed my PlanetRomeo account because they were giving out free porn. I am weak, and I do not want to fall into the pool of lust again. Therefore, I deleted my account.
2. I deleted all the porn I had. No need for an explanation.
I feel a sense of incomprehensible freedom.
We are human, made in a glorious mix of love, fear and of lust. The mortal skin proves our downfall. Who was I, but a standing face in the many places. My faded skin, milky and temporary, shadowed by the greed and sin of others. They creep behind me, ever nearing to take me us one of them — the jaded, the lost, the hopeless.
You never let them win. In your own fears, clothed in nothing, you suffered the whips and lashes of many just to be with me. Your courage, an answer to my questions. It was never easy to love me. You knew. Yet you took the dirty road, and you did.
Love, makes you do crazy things, doesn’t it.
You’re on the other side of the phone, and the silence is all that speaks to us. For once, the silence is beautiful. I don’t have to say a thing, and yet you already know what is on my mind. Your fingers run through my hair and down my back as your breath rolls down my neck.
Lonliness was a thing from yesterday. Tomorrow, in your arms.
Evening humanlings, and hello hello hello.
I apologise for poofing yesterday. But I went out with Hayden last night. Last night was great. Last night reassured everything I thought about us in the previous nights. Could I ask for more? No.
I hope your days and nights have been good my friends.
(Yes it’s a new haircut, I kinda like it now…)