DEGRADED LONELINESS.

One winter evening, when everything stood still, my loneliness worsened. Must we accept that the other is drawn to the forbidden when it comes to real love? In any case, in this age of virtual shop windows, it's a wall we choose to build or tear down. It's a reality without a future, full of hope and sadness. But it's real, and it touches us. We never truly forget the taste of a mouth we've loved.