No word defines me but darkness come close yet is weak. Unhappiness, angst, frustration, bitterness, disappointment and jealousy are my protectors as I slog through this wild, ugly/cute world. Journaling, prayer, meditation and fellowship with like-minded sufferer/fighters helps me accept myself, my life, serenely. My darkness is a place full of wonders; I feel very ecstatic, romantic, affectionate and loving there, won’t you join me? I seek a love who will share darkness, light, all the colors of authentic existence with this serious/hilarious poet until we can’t stand each other but demand more and take from each other all we have to give until there is nothing left, nothing but darkness. Love forever, Ken
