Contracts with strangers.

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                                                           CONTRACTS WITH STRANGERS                                    

Solitude is a demon with its painful grip on the masses

Its damned brother suicide comes next.

I now stroll the unsolved paradoxes of my mind with figmental characters of my imagination.

Sleeping in underground hills,

And exploring unknown galaxies.

Galaxies; I created due to my lack of power to hold on to personal relationships.

But a highlight in these dark scriptures!

In this unlimited land of my creations

Peace reigns.

No blood battles of reality.

No backstabbers with their treacherous blood thirsty daggers of hatred.

No disagreements.

No flaws.

Just myself.

May be solitude isn’t that corrosive to the soul.

All we really need is an incentive.

A pact.