four humours by autotelic

Absolute Loneliness Actualized

She said the fibromyalgia feels like bullets in her spine.

He said he doesn’t want to run away from anything,

Other than every painful lesson he’s ever learned about loneliness.

She said the phantom limbs are screaming out for palliative care.

He said I’m lucky I made it this far.

She said taking interpersonal intimate risks is the only way to get through life,

“But you gotta lay down the law”.

He said the nihilism could be blunted by getting plugged into the non-existent community.

She said that it’s hard to make new friends when you’re pushing 40, so much baggage.

The formative years, are there any friends remaining from the formative years?

He told his friends that she has a website called nobodylovesme dot com

Then he asked every hippie in the room to give her a hug.

She said she went through rebirthing, she rescued herself.

He asked me how I was doing.

I started to cry, “I’ve got to get out of here, I can’t interact with the public today.”

He said that at times, it’s impossible to witness how the masses have negotiated an escape route from the pain and anguish of birth and death.

(Blessed are those that have found a way to avoid looking at how things really are.) 

The Four Humours are speaking to me.

My cells and organs have made it clear:

My will has been completely crushed by loneliness.

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