Jolly Men

Quiet house.
How I want to fill you with noise, energy.
The tragedy of introspection, of lacking
Ignorance… Living not on land, but underwater. Like the good captain, disappointed in humanity, but longing,
Longing to share one’s watery disposition.
And what do we want? Not people, merely, but company. Not the negative energies: the jealousy, corruption, the shifted eyes and whispered insecurities. Give me jolly men, lively women; laughing merry gods who drink life’s wine and go red with aliveness… Yes, aliveness amongst all the dead walking this Earth.

Away from contained desperation.
Contained grey loneliness.