When it comes down to it, everyone's a whore.
A book whore, a boyfriend whore, a music whore, a drug whore, a math whore, a video game whore, a clothes whore, a money whore, an attendance whore, a chocolate whore...
All you have to do is peel away the layers of sophisticated prostitution and you're back to square one. There are some things you would do anything for, or anyone.
And there is always someone you would do anything for, or anyone.
Irony?
If you stop talking, do you lose your voice?
If you stop listening, do you lose your power to hear?
If you stop seeing, do you lose your sight?
If you stop loving, is it possible to lose your heart, to block the rush of blood that breathes into the rest of your body, do you lose your power to live?
How do you restart your body?
"One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you."
- Gregory David Roberts (Shantaram).
Everyone has their reasons.
Every whore has her addictions.
Every junkie has his beautiful high.
I call it Death.
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