There was a time when I slept on the right side of the bed. Almost like I was subconsciously training to sleep in the same bed with a partner. I can’t remember when I started sleeping in the middle of the bed. It seems significant now in the silence of two thirty am. A signpost to loneliness. I wonder now, how much of me is my shell. What I’ve lost by being incapable of casual. A brooding presence, slowly pulsing, a gravitic constant dragging those around me down. Too serious and too odd by turns. A lifetime hiding my desires. Poet, Tabletop gamer, RPG gamer, Scifi/fantasy reader, penguin lover, Pansexual, Priest of an ancient and mostly forgotten religion, Speaker to gods, Scholar of societies, Empathic, BDSM switch, Cynical, Hopeful, Will worker, Intelligent, Arrogant and Lost. I am all these things and more and more and more…. 2:30 AM.