I want to reach out and touch someone. It's a basic need and one everyone can get a grasp on. Connection is vital to all species even when minimal and when one is away from the pack they feel so isolated. But in that isolation they find themselves growing and maturing and learning so many things about themselves.
When I am alone I don't have a melancholy sense about me having the connection to things ethereal that most do not share and most of those do not believe in. I used to despise the solitude but now embrace it as time well spent and even don't mind setting aside mounds of it to go there. To the dark places that are frigid and test my endurance for the distasteful. However...
People will reach in and holler so loud that it breaks that invisible membrane of quiet and forces you, for a brief instance, to choose to remain or to come out from hibernation. Most often I come out after all hell breaks loose and loathe the doing of such. But I still do it anyway, for the connection. As a species humans crave much more attention and connection than others. I stand out as not just different for my genetic "failure" to assimilate to their ways but also in that I am perfectly content all by myself. My kind are. When I was a child I longed for to "fit in" but always fell short in the quest as it was only half hearted. I loved to sit with the trees providing shade or go exploring caves and dark woods. The beast within me knew what it wanted and it wasn't the company of you. I don't necessarily mean that as a problem or as an insult either but merely as an observance. There's a reason there be so few of us and there's a reason when the numbers increase that justifies itself much in the same way when in time of war the world will birth more children. It's a cycle of life for the genus that disposes itself into it. My kind has seen numbers growing and I wonder sometimes about the skills I have that would make my existence needed in the case of apocalyptic circumstances. I see well at night and I endure spans of time without food or bathroom breaks and I have inhuman tolerances for pain as well as super inhuman strength. I am keen and quick decision making comes easy as I have had plenty of dark nights in which to enrich my life with the tools and ideas man has brought forth.
I see a road ahead and maybe no one else does but in the coffee houses and poetry readings and musical moments in the park, I hear the people stirring. They whisper about the end of an era and about a change coming to our way of life. They contemplate survival on a global scale...what is this something wicked that comes this way? Thinkers and doers and builders and planners and "see-ers" and such all have skills needed for a change...so is there going to be a dark world rising to which my kind must guide and be in service to theirs?? I don't want any part of it and it may come down to revolution of the evolutionary kind. Those of my birth who will fall, as the Cherokee Nation had, on the feet of the oppressors and those that will fight with their last dying breathe! I raise a warrior and a fighter and she has my ideals and is suited thus for what is to come. Maybe not in her lifetime but she will pass on all she has gained and that is all that matters to me now...I'm so full of thought tonight, friends, in quite a somber mood...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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