Pitiful, Stark, Possible Reality

After awhile, it starts getting lonely in here. Having a look at some of the interns here makes me long for the touch of a woman again. Trying to await the next spongebath for when the nurses have to touch me and knowing that they know my excitement is half embarassing and half exhilerating. But then it fades knowing that everything will not be okay. Knowing that all will perish and everyone is on a long road to death the moment they are born is very unsettling to me. Maybe someday I'll figure out what I need to know but until then I guess I'm just going to have to live with it. Perhaps we all just need a vacation. Though on the other hand maybe this is a vacation. It's not unthinkable that there will come a time when we all will walk uphill all the time never feel adequately clothed or fed have only sorrowful memories.We ought to embrace our fellow person and celebrate our existence as it is, we know not from where we came or where we may end. So I beseech you to treat these days as your last for that they may be.