I'm feeling agitated almost frazzled, but about nothing in particular just life in general. Time passes slowly creeping along at a snail's pace. There was a time when I pleaded for free time, but now I have so much it's like I'm cursed with nothing to do. I sometimes feel like I'm trapped on that barren landscape of the Dali painting with the melting clocks. I have nothing to do but watch my life slowly dripping oozing away bearing no fruit. When my life was crowded and I longed for a few moments of solitude my distress was eased by the touch of warm hands and hot wet spaces that I would lose myself in and that would take me away from the endless banality of every day. Now when I need those moist caverns and hot hard appendages to be held by and filled by and to fill none are in sight. The monotony of life is inevitable, but if there is someone whose warm embrace we can escape into the tediousness becomes tolerable. One day again maybe someone will be there like that for me again and my tensions will gush out of me in rippling waves of release brought on by the strong insistent urging heat of that vehicle of escape. I just had to get a little more graphic there.
