All that he wanted, all that he needed was a chat.
Someone to talk to, to share his adventures and story. To pass on what was learnt from so many yesterdays.
Even if they thought it was rubbish at the time or just the rantings of an old man who had seen too much too soon.
At least the knowledge would be passed on.
To appreciate a nice looking woman, to understand why men got on high horses to prove a point.
Or was it to tell art the finer points of cunnilingus or how to orally please anyone, be it male or female?
To redeem the notches on the belt of life?
Whether things got physical or just using mental agility to get off, who knows?
To sit and have a buddy who will Jack off with you, be it female or male.
Wouldn't it be nice?
To be alone and hearing the beat of one drum.
To share the same ambitions and desires, to let your mind truly be free and communicate what you really want to say.
To have that one person sitting beside you.
Being one in knowledge with the universe.
Or so it would feel.
A simple chat.