The blog
These inconvenient and painful new teeth/truths.
Everything shatters. What will rise?
Trying out new things, but never new people.
Stuck between looking back and looking forward. Forever in limbo.
For weeks the unfulfilled promise of a handjob was all that kept me going.
In the days after, everything blurred together. Even now I realize her fading scent is something I’ll never get back.
The gentle caress. A miasma.