Lupine.... ....Partner.

Lupine blush from a head rush highlights the radiance with which you glow. Leaving the hunters to their own, we gather food and information from the biodiversity that keeps us all alive. Born into one, we are given the chance to create our own families. When a subconscious choice is made, what guarantee is there that the selection will reciprocate? None, but I'm a tripod when I see the contrast from curl to cheek to a most colorful stare. Panic sets in, and the guest is gone in a blur of flailing limbs and frightening thoughts in her head. Hardly a syllable is uttered as loneliness sets in. Our species is blessed with a deliberate consciousness that affords us logic and obsession. Maybe hooking up the computer in my head to an internet of many can lead to an understanding and incorporation of likeminded individuals. A season of shortages makes me wonder how many winters a lonely bean-eater can endure. Do our technologies directly interfere with our biorhythms? Is there an expiry moment that may be predicted? The panic strikes again, but this time in me. I refuse to run, for I can't leave myself behind. Life with smiles and the ultimate acceptance seems to be the only solution to the riddle. An island I may be, but surely a bridge is a reasonable dream. Are my genes a gift to the future or a selfish quest toward immortality? I require a deliberate and complicated partner.