pure happiness. pure friendship.
There was no such thing as opulence,
nor fields of affluence around,
among the simplest of feelings,
and the simplest of sounds.
There is a life I left behind,
of endless nights forgotten.
Of momentary liaisons,
and to decline another drink; I could not,
dawns of difficult revolutions and
of very, very thoughtless conclusions.
A life stuffed,
filled with animal fluff,
filled with hay,
no action could fill me up,
no words could permeate my thoughts,
no scolding could break me asunder.
And it didn't take long for me to wonder
...that very slowly was I becoming hollow.