If pornography is a sin then take away his demons so that the flesh can be clean and fresh for the nectar of love that I currently hold back. Sexuality, sex. I'm not sane, yet I crunch upon the sanity of society in this situation and can't shake its strong hand. Dull the streamline that lets passion explode into reality. Yet the mind races and chases an ultimate inborn human drive that has been suppressed for to long. Two points of view clash and stew into a melting pot of ashes and honey.

Feathers fall just as snowflakes and leaves do. Gracefully they decompose or melt away as the ground stays hard and indifferent. Is the falling more important or the fact that they fell. Apart of something that has shed itself they are just in beaded within what they can't control. Forgotten so easily.