Badminton

... and shuttlecocks

I've never been able to decide if love is necessity or science. But either way it's nothing special. I've dressed for the part. Played the character. Not that it wasn't genuine. Just that I felt obligated to condition.

Its strange how instead of healing me, it only made me worse.

But as with any drug, I still wanted more of it.

There are rehabs for every kind of chemical dependence. Yet no one questions our health when we're addicted to flesh. Or someone's indifference to our affection.

They warn us about heroin and cocaine. And even drugs as tame as pot. But there are no warnings about the dangers of love. There are no rehabs for rejected lovers. No drug to simulate the punch of the first kiss.

I don't mind being alone. I'd just like a choice sometimes. Between everything and nothing.

Smokey xXx


P.S. My MS is good, so got nothing to report on that front, for now the beast is tamed!!!