The world seems vast around me. Pain and suffering look upon the innocent. The mighty grin... so smug... so foolish... so full of hate and greed. The earth cries out in anguish and all I can think about is my love. The need that stirs within.

With my eyes closed, I wish for pleasure. For hope. For the burning fires to bring me to my knees. Caring hands touch. I imagine he who can heal the wounds, will rest his head gently on the darkness of bodies twirling. Writhing. Spilling over. Forever more.

My weakness awaits me.