LifeoFiction

If only it was all real

Maybe if I were a bird following my heart, it would still lead me back to you, after the winter blues, no matter where I start.

The problem with the Internet is that people put their creative energy into creating a post that will get hundreds of likes instead of going out and actually creating something tangible.

When I was younger I watched this professional video on how to make a girl cum....if I wasn't curious or perverted I would never learn.

oh the fling I have with pills, after she drops in my mouth, my trembling hand reaches for liquid to wash her down nice and easy like before like the time before that graceful peace when she kisses my temple with her gentle lips, bitter with the remorse that it's been so long since the pairs last meeting, patiently laying in bed with an old friend, the one you could live with out but truthfully wouldn't mind if you saw one another again. The meetings are short, but bliss tends to feel like forever the same way happiness lies under the belly of ignorance

I've been pondering life a lot recently, more than normal, and I keep coming back to the thought of what life would be like if everyone didn't believe in an afterlife. Well, nowadays, not everyone does, and I'm starting to not myself, and what it brings about are moral wonderings; like if there's no heaven and no hell why do good things at all. I've asked a couple people and the best answer I've come across is because "it feels good to do good." It's true, but there's also many different ways you can look at that sentence.