If you can sing along with me to the tune of a Fleet Foxes song we’re pretty much tighter than butt cheeks.
Recurring thoughts of that one time I did the hanky panky Mankey dance in that dimly lit room. I would do it again. There are some women I would give up my sight to be with again. I’ve thought about it sober and drunk and I’ve thought about it in my sleep and in daydreams. What a rush, and I love them like they love me; my friends. Strange, I felt more intimacy there than with my relationships. Sad, really, partially.
We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.