I feel so out of sorts tonight. Not physically really, it's just that sometimes you wish you had someone actually listen to you and act like you mattered. Is that too whiney? To be holding someones hand and sitting close enough to feel the warmth of their breath. Speech in whispers meant only for you. Aural strength coming from them and wrapping you in a safe, secure embriotic embrace. That would my fix..my junkies needle right now. I crave it. It leaves my body wracked with self-doubts, physical twinges and tics, furtive glances over my shoulder for someone not there.
Sigh, buck up, cowboy. Just get used to it and sooner or later, you won't even miss it. Damn...I sincerely hope that never happens to me because, if it did, life would be so solitary and useless.
Enough self-serving sorrow..
Peace and Love and Embraces when you need them. |