Got nowhere to go? Nothing to do? Are you living with the black dog?

Walk with me. Get your backpack, or purse. Get your phone or leave it. Lets go grab a coffee. You will see the inhabitants everywhere you go… they pretend to be busy, they are good at this. And you, you have a very important date with a cup of coffee. You already begin to enjoy it.

There is a lot you hate, much of it irritates you… I know this. Maybe you thought of calling or texting someone to join you, whether real or imaginary. Upon reflection, you decided you are best left alone.

Maybe you are as bitter as that coffee you are about to sip! And that is okay. I can see your sweetness when you are not watching, it slips through you and I catch a glimpse. I am good at this.

Days long gone it seems when you had a more tangible existance, when you felt pleasure differently in your body, when you were left blushing, or when you felt the need to impose yourself onto somebody. You remember days when sloppiness happened and you picked up masks that had fallen onto the ground and were heavily cracked as a result. You remember the demonic face of the wearer, ashamed of being seen, you remember how they began polishing their hooves around you, how they began to intimidate you. You remember the weight of being a human.