...My soul at times likes to walk alone. Is it a good idea to be with your loneliness - I wonder. My loneliness makes me something different, at different times. I like to become lonesome, even lifeless occasionally; just a stone on the roadside. I become a bone sometimes inside my friends body - even my enemy's and sometimes inside my own body too. A bone as strong and dead as a stone with life running inside and around making it feel full of life. Inside the bone runs hot bone marrow like lava and around it runs red hot burning blood. I am dead because I am a bone but inside me and outside me there is life, a lot of it. Burning, dark red and as hot as blood inside my body. Have I been turned into a receptacle for my own blood...Or is it the blood which I may have sucked out of other fellow human...???
