What happened to us?
When did we all become so jaded?
Who can I blame for this?
How about we start with ourselves?
I suppose it is just the way it is.
We have reduced each other to things.
Cocks, arseholes, tongues and mouths.
Send a pic.
No pic = no chat.
I hate it.
Where is the charm?
Where are the eyes that smile?
Where is the humanity?
Am I the only one that finds this so empty?
Why does no one ever chat me up any more?
What are we afraid of?
Don’t get me wrong.
I’m not saying I don’t want hot random sex.
I just don’t want to lose sight of who we are.
We are real.
We exist beyond sex, orgasms and close up pictures.
Inside of me beats the heart of a man.
A man is a fragile thing.
Easily hurt, afraid, weary.
But a man needs to feel.
What do I feel, if I don’t take a chance?
This sex is nothing.
It is masturbating.
A part of us dies after each encounter.
Only hollow men are left.
Playing Russian roulette to feel alive.
But already dead.