No explanation. Took a nap. Turkish coffee, double; in need of the sugar and grounds of it. Stomach requests such stuff. The way it communicates... Worse than anybody. Not a body, but a part. No, not getting to the expected subject.
Nap. Shut eyes. Nothing else. Just hugged the dark pink boobs. They’re cool, literally. My heart grows the feelings of pink roses and ripened into fruits of warmth of life. Not easy for me to describe the transmission between. A good one. I know that I never give myself in easily to instincts while bearing the awareness of being an animal; and grateful for that. Life’s getting uglier. Loneliness is fillng all the distances between each living creature, I can see it, while swapping around.
Too late. Loneliness is left to loneliness. No one hears. Almost forgotten because found unresolvable and... dumped. Like an invisible stray dog.
You know what is filling your space Lo-loner? Yeah, this is your name from ‘now’ on. Yeah, no? Me neither. But I can make up stuff. I mean, I’m not in the mood dear. I can provide you an example, don’t know if that’d fit and bring up an idea in your misery.
But, before that... You know, at least a little bit but you deserved that by being a tool. You are already a tool? Oh, my lack of language skills can not describe this.
You know, it is difficult to write if your hands are cold. ...The worse when your soul is freezing.
A notion is being a tool. You, Lo-loner. You’re the last guy fired from the company after letting everyone go your managers ordered.
The example is probably quite a bit stretchy. I’m having difficulties if I’ll be able to get rid of the nonsense letters between the first and the last of the alphabet.
I could create a relevancy if I were you. Yes, this was the example for you. Yes, I could. But now can’t.
I’m in a struggle. You see...
No, you’re not the reason. Not sure from your end, but you may be my only friend. So, you don’t worry.
About the boobs... They belong to my wet nurse. I just wanted them to feel warm and put my head between them. A love exchange in spiritual ways. A fact here provided with ‘letters’ (the 24 unnecessary ones, maybe.).
That’s it.