Tag: Sex

Thus Less of This


less remaining time

less healthy skin

more words whispered

less words written

less biting your tongue

more getting bitten

more “sins” lived

less the sin of not living


Blood Rush

Nov. 28 2015 at two in the morning, I experienced the best thing that ever happened to me. The pictures below are the result of my 240Km/hr-car-crash during a street race with my bestfriend. Almost a year later, I decided to share what was an addictive course-changer. I realized that only your closeness to death, can get you to be as alive as I was since then. I became a seeker of that rush, whether through getting near to death in the same way, or through sex. I also became a seeker of simple pleasure. It’s hard to explain, but it’s beautiful. Whether the lively talk about the mundane every-day life blantness of detail with your bestfriend, the potent unexpected sex with a one-night (and potentially every-night) lover, the cup of coffee in your childhood home, or the lines by the eyes of your beautiful mother, you embrace every grain of it.

I end with the quote: “With every pulse you have is a trophy engraved with the words ‘You Are Alive.’, act like it.”