Fragile sounds in darkness,
the night is veiled by warmth and
dampness. The outside feels as
two drenchy, thirst-quenchy thighs
touching
eachother, falling in love,
rubbing
eachother, for an eternity within twenty minutes.
As fragile voices sang about loneliness,
I felt a little less
alone. Yet,
scared of the unknown,
I dreaded going on. (But) everything was so
welcoming, so inviting, interesting, enlightning, and frightening.
I dreaded going on
(but) I did.
I listened to the strangest podcast last night.
