the feral cat at parties

That is so me.  I'm the one standing alone.  I'm the one leaving early.  Of course, I'd rather spend time with the outdoors.  I want to find the fleeting forests.  Just for an instant we were here.  I am the philosopher who doesn't need to be at the party anyway.  It's incongruent of me to pretend.  I remember when we walked along the broad sidewalks to town to seek the company of the wild young ones.  I knew then that my philosopher shouldn't be there.  She didn't like the parties.  She was always writing that down.  Aqua vitae.  To drink is to fall.  To excess.  There is only one way.  That way is forward.  Auribus teneo lupum.  There is a danger in following your heart.  There is a vulnerability that can't be denied.