Procasination kills, but I’m alive..

Alright… I finally found a space of my own.

A place I could talk freely.

The irony is, it’s the net. How Free It Can Be??

Oh well, like what Savage Garden said in “Santa Monica” : “I am anyone, I am anything, I wanna be…”

Nobody shall know who am I.

I am missing him right now.

Missed him til I have no idea what I am doing anymore.

I missed his hungry kisses.
His sensual touch at the clit.
That manhood of his.
That grin on that face.

The way he grooved me.

Alas, he’s not mine.

He’s never been.

And will never be.

Woe.