#352 "I hope you're not lonely"

there is a place

a place on the mountain

and in the centre, is a cabin

unknown by society

used by fortunate hunters

stay here says the cabin

there is rot and decay and disrepair

and a familiar, warm, reverent sense of home

and i'm tempted

live in the moment

earn my next meal by hand

use the night air as a duvet over my sleeping bag

leave paleness and society's brain-chatter in the valley below

but i keep moving