Flesh covers the bone, and flesh searches for more than just flesh.

There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. People so tired, mutilated, either by love, or no love.

People are just not good to each other. We are afraid. Our education system tells us that we can all be big winners, but it hasn’t told us about the gutters, and the suicides, or the terror of one person aching in one place, alone, untouched, and unspoken to.

People are not good to each other.

People are not good to each other.

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