I am not much of a beats person. Whenever I listen to music, the tunes are secondary. The lyrics always catch my mind, and again, this song had something for me to chew on. Whenever sex is involved, mindless, meaningless, empty kind of sex, I always picture a girl quietly crying alone in a room on a bed. The time is probably around 8 to 9-ish, where it is difficult time to meet someone, but still to early to go to bed. Classic metropolis, skyscrapers scraping up glimpses of the sky. Sirens blaring, yet she is all alone to her thoughts. Some aching feeling in the guts. Some feeling that never quite gets washed away, but only faded through time, only to resurface here and then.
It angers me as I realize this is indeed reality. My naivete is no excuse. I never actually believed it. I probably still don't. I simply can't imagine my peers getting in bed. It was always stuff in the media, movies and pornographies. Child sex trafficking and many being raped is no violence in media. It is happening right now.
Sometimes, as Christians, I think one of the easiest acts of faith is reading the newspaper, giving time and care to those near or far from us. Look yonder, there are people out there far worse than you that need your help.
This is probably enough crude talk for today...
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