, , , , , ,

I want to hold on to those little fragments of a person, of the good time I’m having with them. Block out all the rest and just waft and dreamily swim in good time areas. Pack my spiritual pouch with little lockets of lovely moments seemingly made just for me. I can get close to adoring a person just on these reflections in this little fish in a big pond atmosphere. These niceties almost a guilty pleasure. Just this glowing warmth I don’t feel embarrased to embrace. That time patch where feeling comes back and the secluded sociopath lurks no more. Maybe people are good…maybe I’m good…