Sex and the Seven

Sunday, July 23, 2006

You Just Never Know

You just never know what is real and what is temporary. What is truth at the gut of your stomach or what is lust that pulses in your center. What is real? I can't seem to decipher lately smiles from frowns. To me, there are just mouths that form lines, lips that form words, words that create emotion, emotion that creates emptiness.

I met a man that became a boy in just one short week. His lips spoke but what did his words say? I can't remember anymore. I can only hear hollowness which became irony which became a 2am realization that you just never know. You just never know man.