The span of human existence played across my television screen. My vision was blurred around the edges and everything seemed pornographic. I was in a transitional phase and convinced that you saw someone's soul when you frenchkissed them. Your mouth mingled with someone else's. But as I grew more and more experienced, my views evolved as I did. Suddenly it seemed to me that any sexual act of the flesh was revealing of that person and their innermost secrets. When sharing your body it seems like more is shared than you intend to, more than you realize. Your actions speak, telling the truth about who you are. You are exposed with nothing to hide.

Sometimes I feel like my life is a movie. And it's all leading up to something and it's all so predictable to the audience but not me. And I'm just in this blindly, waiting for the next big event to come out of nowhere and hit me.