and i washed myself from the grief. and i said to myself he is the one. but he wasn't and i kept on looking
but everyday that passes in these twenty years since my life became important to me i was just looking for a connection.
just someone to listen to just to connect cause when you feel the connection you know how vital it is
and when something slips through your fingers you know how precious it is.
and i speak in the parables of my youth and my potential to fuck. who would have know that i would grow so old and cold and alone.
and i am still waiting for the one that could never cum.
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