September Drawls

As September draws to a close, so does the seemingly impoverished self retreats into that cosy corner of reflection while dreaming of that bacchanalia teeming with fish and dancing with wild abandon. Company is both desired and detested.

I am bereft of rationality as Xavier reins me in occasionally with tight mental slaps. I have a foremost duty to my body. Xavier is selfish. And so should I.

There is no difference between friendship and love.