I was naked with another human being, together. Yet all I could do was stare at the ceiling, and think of others.
Other people, other places, other times occupied my mind last night. No matter how much my partner wrapped herself around me, my mind was on other things
Why do I do this, why do I wander in such a way as to take me away from my present arena.
Why is it when I read the news my wanders to fantastical steam engines and weaponry.
When I am alone with my partner, why do the thoughts of others flow into my eyes, entrancing me with their beauty.
When the present demands my attention, I go to the nostalgia of the past rather than dealing with the realities of the present.
I have no answers for this, I may never have answers for this.
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