Apocalypse Dreams

The truth in state of "relationships" in our culture. You meet someone randomly, chemicals initiate their course and you fornicate.  Then you move on. That's the sad sad truth of our nature, it honestly makes me want to shut down that part of me that wants to keep making more of me. Lust so often becomes confused with love and it's the driving force behind our interactions. Sigh, I really want to get off this planet and move on. Or I just want more of love and less lust in that perspective.

Pandas are still cool. Brothers house is making squaky sounds and it is making me feel unimportant and small. Universe around me suffocates me breathless. Rainy cloudy days keep away my vision of wanting to watch into the sky, trough it.  I would like to spend time in a tent with roof made out of glass. We are all in a battle with fear. And now I just sit in silence. I want to be better.

R.