Into the Mouth of Madness

I don’t know why I keep trying, sometimes. I’m reasonably happy with my life of (single) leisure.

But I remember what it was like to be in love, to be with someone. And I want it. Not just the sex; all the other stuff. I’d settle for a head resting on my shoulder, if no-one else had spoken for it.

Maybe even if they have. Friends is nice too. Friends with Cuddles is better

Random thoughts from my sickie chair.