Love and Aspects

Everything is an aspect of another..some more dreary then others. I will set an alter, I hope someone shows. Something, maybe beyond humanoid pronouns. Sometimes it seems as though the earth is an alter and I an inhabitor, the fruits of this earth my offerings. Left by who? It changes over time, and far away aspect. And then the love and the labour of my very own have offered to me. And I, in my existence have given to them. It's all symbiotic.

I'm very lonely. But i'm never alone. How could such a thing happen to me?

I desire companionship so much. 

There's intimacy in the picking of a sweet red apple from that tree. I imagine it often. And I cherish every bite. Your pain has brought me to another day. 

I'm not so different from any of you, yet I can hardly relate. 

Worldly desires: Get slurpees with my lovely friends, the sun kisses me, and her pride is apparent from her beam. 

Requirements:

Make friends

Warmth 

To have a sweet lover. I would think of you an appropriate amount. I am not one for endless socialization. I want to enjoy you on my mind alter as well. I write of you even now, I hope to meet you and know it's you. If you pick an apple, you cherish it, for its death gave you life. My apple is not one you see often. To reach the crimson thing I had to climb many branches. My knees are scraped. My apple welcomes the blood which strengthens the branches of their residence. Nothing except a red apple. And we are alike in most ways. And we're not frivilous in that way. 

I don't like many people at all. And I have never loved in that consuming desperate way. Or perhaps ever. 

This reflection of aspect will be wonderful.