Morals

I could kiss a hundred boys, drunken lips and wandering hands sloppily smashing into each other in the middle of the night, and not feel a thing.

But it was the touch of his fingers wrapping around mine on a sunny March day that made me stop, feeling dirty and ashamed.

My sense of right and wrong doesn’t make much sense anymore.

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2 Comments

Filed under Ethics, Experience, Touch

2 responses to “Morals

  1. marie

    I almost posted a blog last night on a similar subject to your first sentence there!

  2. Kent

    my sense of right and wrong has made a lot more sense in the past few months but my old sense doesn’t really like the new one very often.

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