What could it be?
Laughter.
In life there is love. In love there is laughter.
In life if you don't have Love
What the FUCK are you doing?!
Too much love.
Is there such a thing?
Questions...
Always questions...
Constantly. More and more everyday with every turn.
Sometimes there are answers to be found and other times the questions are left for minds to ponder. Let me question my own likes and dislikes. Let me question the likes and dislikes of others.
I question those things that turn me on, for this reason and this reason only.
Is what turns me on hurting my soul? The very thing that is too easy. To easy to lay down and give.
It's habit.
The insides of a body given...and left with what?
I've been here before. It's all to familiar.
So comfortable.
No questions of what the action means. No questions = Safe.
There are no problems where there are No questions. So I find a question where there isn't one.
Laughter I say is a key to my heart. Laughter I say is a key to my soul.
You make me laugh. You have a key. Now you don't know what you are unlocking.
Holding the key isn't where it ends. What do you do?
Thrust the key into the hole. It fits so nicely. It feels so good. Fits so nicely. Feels so good.
So Nice. So good. Nice. Good. Thrust.
You didn't feel like checking if it was the right door to open first. I didn't either.
So...
Thrust the key into the hole again. The hole is there. Waiting for the key to enter. Turn it harder. It feels so right. Feels so right. So right. Right?
With each turn you get closer to opening the door. This key has been there before. The door always wants more.
Look at the door! Not just the key!
The door you have chosen to unlock with your key is the epitome of the person I do not want to be.
The door is now opened wide. Taking you inside. All exposed for your eyes. For you have seen what I wanted to hide.
The enjoyment of the thrust of the key. Necessity.
Even if it hurts me.