Talking Skin

My aching back feels like it is being throb by a thousand little men. I sense the need to cover myself with thick blanket and be with somebody’s sprite. I kind of miss the feeling of that which is really eerie because I thought I was numbed by the emotional sickness that I’d been experienced before. I want a new soul to fill up my glass with red wine and have a good long talk about life and catch the wind with our bare hands. Perhaps I will be able to … in another kind.