Sunday, December 18, 2011

Terribly Human

I find that few things are better than simple human contact. As living things, we crave some sort of physical assurance that we're not alone. I need it, I mean any sort of genuine association with another being; it's holding hands, it's hugging, it's kissing, it's sitting close together, it's crying on someone, it's hearing another person's [boom-boom, boom-boom] heartbeat or feeling the monophonic rise...and...fall of their breathing, it's lying next to someone you fancy, or grazing arms with a stranger, it's the delicate sensation of their fingertips sailing through your hair, it's kicking someone under the table, it's punching, it's brushing a stray eyelash from their cheek, or dancing - - maybe slow-dancing. Whatever.

That tangible touch says,
'I'm here, and you're here too
We're human and we're not alone
I won't leave you because we're connected, because we are both human
and you are not alone'

If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Carrying the Fire

...My recent thoughts on life; there is no closure. We grow up, we move on, and most importantly - we learn something. Also, I'm a professional people-watcher. I know it's creepy. I don't care.

"Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war."

It's hard being alive. I've got growing-up things to do.