| in this world of prejudices, i am basic arithmetic. i am a transparent surface that does not ask too much for thoughts, soul and even gut to be bared. i spill even without provocation. i kiss and tell. but beyond enemy lines, there is still so much left unexplored in me. cliffs and meadows that are only accessible to one heart at a time. and yes, despite the malice of many, all hands, tongues and teeth that wander in my labyrinth got through with the pure heart as passage ticket. it is with them that i explore the wonderland where very little sunshine had been. the valleys, ridges, grooves and quicksands that are devoid of airbrush. the covens flooded by sweat, saliva, tears and sometimes, cum. the pulses which lullaby the fountains of pheromones. those hidden bruises and scars with full length biographies. all those little perfect imperfections which once upon a time, prodded one John Mayer to sing a tune. because in this big sphere world of prejudices, i still keep so much within. |










