Sunday, January 08, 2017

I just want someone to love me, to hold me in their arms and whisper in my ear, "Toil no more. In my arms rest your weariness and be safe in the knowledge that I will not abandon you."
I want someone to share the little bits of my life, my silliness, my exploration at the wonders in the world, someone who cares when I say to them, "I'm scared." Or "I'm excited." Or "I'm really happy."

I need a real living being. Not some rubbish about a mightier than thou being I can also spew, but never appears in reality. What is wrong with me that such a real being always passes me by? Maybe I'm repugnant. Filthy. Worthless.

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