Since the line had been crossed, he had been inside too many saloons and been with too many women, he couldn’t even fathom himself confessing anymore. Who would he confess to even if he wanted to? Lord knows the leaders in the churches have been soiled more than he could soil himself in three lifetimes. Being a drunkard and a womanizer is nothing compared to lying and taking money from people to falsely absolve them of sins.
History and the future, a twisted fraction of time separates the two. There is no actual present, there is a false narrative of remaining locked in time which is kinda impossible.
Life’s truths can be found in books or on desolate streets or train tracks. Some find solace and believe the ancient stories contain all the answers, if you twist them and turn them, answers can be found beneath your bed or beneath your shoes. Answers you choose to interpret from the non interpretable.
Love is inconsistent and fragile and lust is an escape. Orgasmic exultations can be a momentary respite from the frantic pace we find ourselves in.