Goodnight and Good luck

There are fascinating nights. Some are filled with sorrow while others with jubilations. Below me three wonderful individuals are caught within a strong embrace feeling the warmth and comfort of each other. Although it craves sexual tension it doesn't. There exits a comfort which defines all of human interaction despite the explicit sexual sarcasm that envelopes all relations. It doesn't mean things will continue as they will. The future is not known and the past is a dull ache that is able to express itself in both constructive and destructive manners. With that in mind the moment is that which lends itself to itself. A cycle of subject experiences that follow a unique version of time. The touch of bare skin can feel as if it has lasted for hours while the brush of hair lasts less than it takes to draw a breath. 

Intimacy can take many forms. The sexual and the platonic forms would seems miles apart but in reality they are barely discernible. An embrace has many layers but they are all based on the basic principle of comfort and caring. With a friend in my arms holding me as one that loves the other I can't help but feel thankful for that small token of intimacy. It means more than anyone would know. It acts a release and a reminder that although I feel alone I am not. I am surrounded by those that love and distance does not apply. Distance like many other concepts is one of subjectivity and inherently dependent on technology. 

Listening to technological music and caught within each other the two lovers and the man away from his beloved lay in bed. They hold each other while remaining apart. It seems contradictory but it isn't and I ask only for your faith in my interpretation of events. I understand that certain things may seem unlikely but fact is stranger than fiction. I lay in my panda onsie considering the sight before me with a mischievous smile. Write what you know hemingway would tell me despite my lack of masculine traits. I unlike hemingway am not the man's man. I am still a child caught in a vicious cycle of sexual intrigue and moral dilemmas. Some will pass without beings unhinged while others will remain haunting my conscious. I am afraid of everyone and anybody but the ones that I need to fear the most which is myself. It is peanut butter jelly time. I am very lucky as I receive a kiss from the man to my right. Hands tangle together as limbs intwine between I and the rest of the people in the area. No dutch rudder for I replied silents and abstractly to the friend that stays below me.

Perhaps I don't exist in this world. Perhaps I am lost without a way towards happiness and more importantly perhaps I will never be allowed happiness for all those that remain bitter and sad shall receive my support before my own. I am that way. Forgetful and neglectful to myself. A shame. 

Goodnight and goodluck.