she stepped out of a place that is unknown to me.

she told me a name, but I can’t remember.

she spoke words like freedom, peace. they were

unfamiliar concepts. she pulls a thing out of the

air. she calls it passion. she calls it indulgence.

in my experience, I have not discovered these,

so how can they exist?

she dreams unreal dreams.

she says, if we hunt in the darkness, we will uncover

truth, which is a bright beacon, and will vanquish the

blindness of night. but this notion reflects stupidity,

which I cannot abide.

so I beat her.

life has wailed on me. it has made me an angry man.

I was made to be alone.

If she needs to cry, she goes in another room.

I tell her to leave, but she will not.

she stays with me, when there is no moon.

and there are no stars.

she comforts me.

she calls me baby.