You will find humanness in a person by the way he moves on from a thing.
Moving on from someone or something or nothing without acknowledging the uniqueness of the affair; is to me a bloodless crime.
For me, I have always poked my imagination to write about men…but women; I can’t imagine…
I had to live with them…had to share my drinks with them, had to fight with them, had to pass silences with them…and most importantly had to be naked with them…
And each of them was different.
Some spoke loud, some had humor as their erotica, some cried over a great kiss…I had to hold all of them…
and still I am in deep sea when I write about these animals of truth and fire.
Moving on has always been tough for me…after a time you get used to their sight…the sound of their pissing…their wet hairs, the smells…their act of undressing themselves like sunflowers in wind.
In a way each of them has given me new entities,
there was madness…a woman can speak gibberish from their mouth but some part of their body will always be true to yourself,
and most often it’s their eyes.
I think I will accept my death in smile if I find a woman by me then…
You see they know when you are hurt…and they know how to let you get your own conclusion.

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Photograph: Kevin M.