Philosophy of Kisses & Trees In The Forest.

Rihanna said "kisses don't lie," but who listens to what Rihanna has to say anymore?

Kisses used to mean something. First base wasn't a quick stop on the way to home plate; it was a destination in itself. Swapping saliva was the all-important denotation of true feelings, indicative of "love" or something like it. And then we turned fourteen.

Physical interaction these days has become depreciated. Definitions are hazy, and we tote mixed bags of perceptions on a regular basis. How jaded of Romeos and Juliets are we that a kiss no longer guarantees or means anything? Can we pull a 'Jesus' on butterflies, and resurrect those little rascals that used to flap wildly in our stomachs, at the command of a kiss? Or do we even want to? What's more important: the little things, or the bigger picture? If all roads lead to sex, why not take the shortcut and conserve gas? Have we lost all desire to take the scenic countryside route?

On another note, who are we performing for? When we adjust our actions within sexual relationships to fit within the mold society so conveniently has laid out for us, like that first day of school outfit the night before you begin the third grade, who is it for? If no one knew about what transpired between your satin sheets, would what you choose to do and not do really matter all that much? If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Translation: If you fuck someone you are attracted to, with no intentions of taking it further, and no one knew about it - did it happen?