I dont know what it is
its, its not… its not lust, no it isn’t
it’s not love either
Its soooo not love
it is handshaking…..???
a feeling???… nah, there is no feeling
there is nothing
I guess everything does not always have to be defined
it dont have to always have a reason
means and an end
some times… it…. just is…. it what it is…. and some times it is it
and there are times, both times… when it is and it isn’t at exactly the same time…. the very same time
like sunny rainy day…. both together. not as one. independently together
TAG: Menstraul period, ambiguity, visa nonsenses, love sick, sex with men who are actually boys who are actually one boy, who i actually haven’t seen in very long, who is actually not mentioned here or in the lines above. Silliness
Spring winter trees.