One more time, the reflex, the need maybe, the addiction? The fisiologycal expression. I'm torn between choices and control, or the choice of control. Swiping, up and down, left and right. Is my mind just a hungry-for-dopamine monster? The images of love and sex and sex with love run through my mind like a fastforward porno movie. My fingers down my shirt keep me tied to reality and what I want to feel in it, but condemnably so, can't experience. Why? -You're about to know. The images of love and sex and sex with love run through my mind like a fastforward movie. I randomly choose to play the scene that feels the best in the moment. Sometimes it's something that never happened. Sometimes it's something that happened but I can't quite remember anymore, so I put us in the same place, but the scene is still a combination of a past with a fantasy of my creative mind. I start to have fun, to laugh, to love; to look in the eyes at the darkness of my room as if it i...