“What is love, baby dont hurt me, baby dont hurt me.”

Good day, I write this in ponderence, what is love and why do we seem to have moments of craving the connections that we do. While writing this I find myself lonely and wanting the human companion. I guess its a feeling of not lonelness for me. I have this and qtip and the beautiful creatures of the wild. I even grown cautious to the concept of companion but still. Connections and being able to have a lap to lay on while I read my books. Just to, to be honest I dont know, having someone with me would be nice.

What is my wish, to have someone I could be honest with when it comes to my fears. When i discribe how I am doing, they care adn they want to see the flurishing of my abilites as mcuh as much as I would suppour them and see them flurish in this world I live in. I would like to give a list of things that i do and show that my effort, the love is found in the heated home, each load of wood i would bring home to help you keep warm. I would go out and find the greatest source of food for the week. I would not fail at providing meats. I want to have a home filled with the love of another, Thinking of this, I dont know if there is such a person who would want the same. I know i am not much and I dont have much but would love to build a world here with her. To have a warm home with many diffrent hides on the wall. A smoldering fire heating a pot overtop of it with the food of the day over it. As This would be a dream it does not mean I would not acheive it. Having hope that one day I can do this, I only hope that a fair maiden would see me as a greater means of life then the lonelyness.

Dont think I am being picky about who I chose to love, very few requirments to be honest. Drive to live in the woodland with few outside resources, To know that what we build is the goal of all my means. I would protect her and make sure each day she would feel safe, loved and desired. We could harvest berries and cann goods so the cold dark winter nights are filled with the aroma of summer foods. The dark nights of the bitter winter spent laughing and enjoying the warmth of the rock built stove. Taken far into the future we would see the world as a gift and not a torment of enslavement to socity. The hardships we would face would be not easy but with the efforts of a person deidicated to the issue.

I truly dont know what I am feeling, loss of comfort and loss of hope that there is someone who desires this. Though my home is not built yet, it is strong with the bones of the greatest attempt in my life to bring forth the the dream I have at night. A blessed family when it comes to love an ddesires, A dream where the mornings are giveing us the sun kisses without the scream of a alarm to go to a institution that does not love us and our effeorts, but to a feild of love and compatstion that has goven us the vegtables and fruit we need to live a hopeful life. A pair of cows to help provide milk and the meat we would need for the deep winter.

This sounds like a dream of the many and failed by just as many, This is because I dont think they realized the absolute huge amount of work this takes. The seeming endless days of work are always ended by the love and desire to see eachothers work and acomplishments of the day and spend the night talking about the dreams of the next day. If the world has been so cruel to the once loved I can only hope their is some who wish to be part of the wilderness we help flurish. To bring out the best in each other and help discover the light in the darkness.

Dreams are bountiful and knowing that some are only possible with another is becoming more and more obvious. As a broken man with a broken brain this is a question that leads to more and more questions. That is why asking for another who wishes to face the same questions with just as much verver and desires to answer them with me.

A lot to think about but it was just floating on my mind. Sending out hopes that one day i will have these dreams fulfilled.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.