lunatic
I object the idea that misanthropy is practical or acceptable. I once saw a guy in his early 20's playing in a pile of leaves. He started to pretend to rake when he saw me. We both broke out laughing and then I continued walking and I will never see him again. I don't know if people are inherently good or bad or if that even matters. I do know that loving is practical. I object the idea because you do yourself a great disservice by assuming people are shitty.
Yellow boat, blue water. Wind. A hand on my back. Time is only imagined, a human creation. We could sail for a lifetime.
There is no tangible or permanent solution to anything. There is no remedy, no cure. Love and be loved. Laugh. Create. Enjoy. Do not look for a solution and you will not need one.
He touches my hair, my fingers, my spine. My nerves are on fire.
the air mattress is cold on my back. I lift my head at the sound of the door. "I'm going," he grumbles. "Work?" "Where else?" I place my head back on the mattress. I roll onto the concrete floor. Ice runs up my spine, touches my neck, my back, my fingertips. I like to feel by body react. I do not how to do anything else.