Good day everyone and welcome to my blog.
I want to share something with you all.
So this is how I feel.
There's a reason why I hardly do horror movies, I have an over-reaching and over-active imagination that plucks images from a screen and turn them to real humans hacking people into pieces or gorging out eyeballs and eating brains out right there on my bed, in my room.
Same reason I also stay away from romance novels with strong descriptive words of love making because well, you don't want to know what they do to me.
Naked bodies everywhere all covered in sweat, heaving up and down. I can almost reach out and join the orgy. Or have an explosive orgasm. Let's not even talk about porn. I flee.
I feel too much. This is why I cry. Why I love, why I laugh, why I get depressed and broken. This is why I'm human, too human perhaps to be Super Man.
