The View from Beautiful

Can you imagine? Of course you can’t. Hardly anyone is beautiful. Like the one percent who are Double-Mensa. But imagine you are. You’re both of those. Imagine.

I know it sounds like heaven. It isn’t. But it isn’t hell either. It’s just a kind of mountaintop from which you can look and keep getting more alone. You become a kind of solitary. So so sorry.

Things I don’t talk about. I am not like you. I also have a soul. What do I do? I hide.