I crave company and warmth so much sometimes that it brings me to tears.
Then I remember that I don't trust anyone enough to say this to them.
So I remain alone.
On certain days that feels like a superpower but today, it feels like a weakness, like the bitter pill of pride.
Am I willing to bleed slowly into the chasm of unrealized regrets all to spare myself the embarrassment of needing to be held by another?
Today, there is no fight, no fortitude.
So for now, the answer is yes. I will clench the blade of the dagger in my hand, no one will notice that I am injured.
Blood is warm.
I have my own company.








