Every night I have a new friend. Random friends, real friends. We spend time together, we hardly talk, just feel each other, touch, hug, please and delight. We feel the other together, we bond.
we make love.
Every night I go out alone, to the street or to the park. I walk for a while. Try to relax, try to shed off the day, the stress, the misery. Try to wash all the things other humans throw at me; guilt fear anger expectations disappointments frustration and endless why’s…
At first it seems I’m the only one out, it’s all quiet, night lights, moon and stars. I stop and sit down quietly. Then they appear. Sometimes they just come, gently. Sometimes they run to me. Sometimes I make a sound, a call, let them know I want, I could be a friend.
The big ones take me for a walk, the small ones just let me pamper them in indulgence.
I prefer these interactions, so direct and free, true and simple. I look them in the eyes, touch them without fear. I tell them the truth in their face, it doesn’t really matter. We don’t ask why or what’s going to be, we don’t play blame and don’t mess with what was or was not. When we feel like it we just leave, continue on. Some of them I forget and some forget me. They know I’m just a transient friend, I know they don’t belong to me.