Sometimes the world gets too modern for my liking.
Too twisted and toxic.

Simplicity and traditions burning on a pyre.
Too poly-cataclysmic.

It's baffling how just two people together is too alien a concept to humanity.
Are we living in the world of dodecahedrons or another polygonal circus?

As a solo traveller of life, all I have observed is devastation and I shudder at the ruse and facade these humans put on; like a charade.

I have two people in me. I am my own man and my own woman.
Saves a lot of travesties and tragedies.