Tuesday, July 24, 2007

July 24, 2007

July 24, 2007

- Does it hurt?
- What?
- Does leaving your heart unattended on the table hurts?
- I don't know. Not yet.

Flashes, flashes, flashes, stop. Run. Trip. Catch. Flashes, flashes, flashes. 23 is the new black.

Lately, it seems that everyone is hunting for a share of Youth to hold the glimpse of a careless haven. Parties, drinks, tinting, brushing hands, smell, touch. Mid-life crisis midway through mid-life. Whether he comes from South Africa, an Internet café in Italy or a capoeira class in Rio, 23 year old boys are the latest gotta-haves. They come in every size and walk of life, horny Red Bull(s) sans the bad after taste. An electronic gadget everyone craves. They are hot, fast, playful toys and delivered with the shelf life of one: after a month it is bound to get old. We try, we dare and we bounce all our rebounds from entertainment to uncertainties. Truth is, we stopped believing in the possibility of a meaningful connection that would stick longer than a dial up session.

Now, when Reality bridges over for all to see -but us; when he leaves himself out there simply for us to take, can we really let go of the fears and stop?

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