Missed Friendships

Don’t you wonder how many friendships will never be because of a rampant lust? How many friends have you lost because of a fire that burned too close? Are you aware? An intimacy lost in the selfish pursuit of the ego. Oh, you ego? They blame you yet they forget how good you feel. How treachery doesn’t have to be such abhorrence. In a realm such as this, what’s the harm in a little fun? It’s in the gaze. The time spent. The kindness given. How is the ego wrong in its proclivity to the undressed? Isn’t that the most fruitful act? A silence drops. Why must a climax be attained from such innocence? Why is it that we seek a fulfillment from superficiality? A tenderness that leads nowhere. Why can’t that be enough? Why must it always be desecrated? Why? Why can’t we have nice things without corruptions? A pause is left. It is only when one speaks of their sovereignty you hear another posit for the “Devil’s Advocate”. Ah. There you are… a noise that could only be emblematic of a narcissus that refuses to die. I digress.