Saturday Night Discontent

He sits behind me and reaches around.
Kissing my ears my face my shoulders my neck
As I stare straight ahead at the white bleak wall
Focused on a fly that is focused on us.

I think I'll build a nice little cottage on mars.

The question.

I am surrounded by the wisdom of my elders.
In the creases in their face, the twist in their bones, the scars on their skin, the stories in their hearts. These people have lived life.
So many questions they could answer, but I only have one inquiry.
"What is the most important thing in life?"

I have received very different answers. Money, education, family, friends, love.

But there was one answer that left me speechless, cold, and very dismal.

Nothing. Nothing is important in life.
When I pressed him further he had told me "I have lost the woman I love, now I'm just waiting to die so I can see her once again."

Inspiration in the form of a dress

it's back.

i'll be with you shortly.