I need a whore

Everything is different now.
I am older, but mirth is still young.
Room is dirtier, without humans.
Heart is cleaner; affections cleanest.
Friendships have more clarity, yet distance.
Ideas are emasculating all phobias, but excitement.
Sounds are simpler, complications are noises.
Temper is more sophisticated, like a new disease.
Nails are more brittle, like lies.
Human drama radar is seemingly more sensitive but so is disgust.
Everything is different now.


Apparently celibacy has perks?