I
Want
Him
Now.
Last night was not enough.
Kissing
Touching
Undeniable chemistry
Naked
So Close
Dominant powerful gentle aware
Whispering and moaning
Intertwining.
Slowing.
Faster
Closer
Going
Touching
Deeper
Wanting

Aloof
Yet content
But its all new
And it’s still so fresh
And the days are long
And the breeze was blowing
And the sky is lightly feathered with clouds
The sun, and the calm
And the newness
And the kisses
It’s sometimes so much easier
Than all those other times

but reality still lingers

A fucking self-deprecating bubble
What fucking joke is this suppose to resemble?
These illusions of so-called normality are failing
Fucking humans and their inability to maintain anything stable or sane or raise their children in a manner that is conducive to a normal life, and stability.
I feel such a need to throw. Punch. Hurt. Fuck.
Seething.
I am seething and this breathing is steadily getting less and less stable.
This can not be good for the heart, but more importantly, it is not good for the nerves. All those fucking comatose morons out there that never react and never feel and never anything because they lack any ability to live, feel hurt cry scream shriek. The fucking human capacity to enrage others and just cause such perpetual pain. It is ever-emanating and ever-present and every-fucking-where.

I need a cliff and zephyr blowing – fuck the zephyr I need something stronger – give me a fucking hurricane – and lighting , I want to see some real fucking lightning. And thunder. I want thunder, loud horrifying thunder.
I would stand on the cliff and yell
Until I could no longer yell
Then I would cry
A long fucking cry
A good cry
Some helpful tears
Of course the cliff would open out onto a sea
Like in one of those Greek mythological tales
There would be no spiteful bitter gods vowing revenge though
This is my story
This is my game
This is my life

This is my anger.

Some things in life are... disappointing.

Quite often the expectations I have are unrealistic. A perfect track record of failure, hopefully not completely so, but nevertheless, has been achieved. I wish that it isn't some sort of bias or delusion but it really seems society has taken a monumental plunge into, well, that would prove to be the question. What exactly is it that now acts as the motivating factor and what fuels the passions? Is it nothing new? Something fundamental has changed or perhaps it is my personal outlook.

Where are those that stand on a higher plateau? Where are the individuals deeply involved in the most fundamentally vital aspect of life? The lack of intelligence and sophistication, as well as tact, astounds me.

Quite saddening is the following realization:
I am still naive enough to hope to be proven wrong.