sunday afternoons

I sit here in quiet contemplation. My loneliness engulfs me like a wave of terror of which I have no control. My wine bittersweet both parches my lips and starves my brain. I tinker with the idea of driving. Driving to escape this place of solitude to a place of more life. More people, more choice, more fun and more of everything really I just desire to live. What has become of the passions of our youth? Do the flames die out as quickly as they begin? Somewhere in the midst of the flame of passion, the desire for freedom our thirst for love and energy shall be met and when this desire is quenched it will be beautiful and I will be happy. Peace