Togetherness

 Life, it circles back to some old reason of going somewhere, towards the snow capped mountaintop or towards the sea but nothing in between, in moments of unforeseen togetherness or moments of unhappiness boiling within from a defeat, it circles back, like an eagle fixating on her prey, it circles back as teenage girls circle on undeserving unhappy men, the nature of life is to repeat drunkenness or goodness - whatever is abundant - and of course whatever is good for centuries definitely loses, and the disquiet, when the passion subsides, is heard through each moving breath in each warm blooded bodies, and the void afterwards is filled by happy Saturday afternoons on shopping malls, by big corporate lowlifes offering death over life, with ten percent off for special occasions and specially chosen average set of people like us, and we choose death knowingly as life is harder to deal with, pointing to offsprings' damnation of numbing the senses, and sometimes you call it love, sometimes you call love necessary, sometimes you think togetherness is all there is, justified by legal and social marriage, but not emotional or psychological, it circles back to the premise of broken men and broken women, it tries ro paraphrase the nothingness in between, the subtleties of boiling water, the plants and animals into reasonable android world, it tries to be free, it tries to conjure happiness as a magic trick, and the more it tries, the greater its failure becomes.