just you and i misbehavin'.
two bodies lying side by side on the bed. staring at the ceiling. eyes wide.

"...thats why this is so amazing... everything just becomes so incredible. all the little things explode in your head."

"there's a fly in here."

"it's kind of nice."

"yea. it really is. funny how it's so hard to be with the 'normal' people right now... but that fly... it's not high. but it's not in the least bit offensive. it's incredibly soothing actually."

"it's just so unaware in general. minding its own business."

and then something hits me as i hear the laughter of people in the living room...

"you know what's strange? you know what's really fucking strange? how when you're like this... everything can be so beautiful and intense... all the tiny things are so heightened and incredible... but here we are alone in this room, uncomfortable being around other people. unable to handle them. why is everything so beautiful, but the thought of being with other people just seems so completely disgusting right now? everyone is just too aggressive for me." i started to cry here. "why is everything amazing... but humanity just repulses me?"

tears are streaming now. he doesn't know what to say.

"let's not talk about this anymore."

that's what he says.