hey baby can you bleed like me

Everything is moving in slow motion. It's a fucking trip.

Memories fading
limbs revolving slowly
around the tides of time.
We are falling, we are falling,
slowly into a stupor we
never knew to hold so dear.
The river of our minds is so clear,
translucent as a newborn's eyes,
we are rising, we are rising,
against the current of blood lust
we are coming up for air.




I have a morality issue that is currently bouncing back and forth across the surface of my mind. Here's the background information regarding the situation that escalated today. Last week, activities inducing impairment were engaged in, and this resulted in a kiss between two individuals not exactly entitled to kissing, lest of all understood. Then, the male culprit promised that he would inform the two hurt parties himself (ex girlfriend and best friend) so no one else should say anything. Upon hearing this, I naturally took it seriously and agreed, so long as he promise to tell them himself. Accepting his promise to be binding, I naturally do not mention it, nor do I feel an overwhelming need to stir shit without any true purpose. Alas, the mouths are not so tight-lipped, and the ex girlfriend stumbles upon the truth, thereby launching a merciless tirade against the female culprit. The best friend found out through the EX and that created endless conflict as well. Now, question is... why the fuck?