ulterior 1



I find myself desiring to recreate creative pasts for personal gratification. "I want to do that too." Or, "I feel the same way." Or maybe, "I wish to contribute to this feeling I receive by this very experience"
I wonder if she thinks about me and how I wish not to think of her thinking of me. The comedy.
A smell.
Reminding of wet, well worn textile. Inescapable aroma.
"Does that mean you enjoy it?"
Would you like to go to sleep? Would you like to forget all about it? Would you like to wake up sometime?
      I would like to escape from most sounds in order to create my own. And go to a place where others wish to make similar sound. Altogether. Perceptive conversations. 

Contributing to one another. This Is a lonely journey, only because its hard find. And far away. And not too many people know about it. And you can't purchase a ticket straight to the exact location.
The reason being is... that there isn't one location. There are parts contained within other places. Once the separate portions are gathered, they are collected. And organized. 
Its so quiet here that every sound created is precious. Every sound so important. Everyone pays close attention. 
Their attention isn't won. Its somewhat,.. provided. In a common shared practice of courtesy. Where people never seem to find themselves bored without excitement.  
This is a wonderful place.

Some of their backs don't work properly. Some of their shoulders don't work properly. 
But they could work properly if they were touched the right way. Some pairs will spend their entire duration without ever having been touched right. Many fall victim. Victims of their self's personal ulterior motives, hidden from the conscious self.
[alarm]