Lonely
I think I'm so lonely because no one touches me anymore.
It sounds a little odd to say it like that, but it's true. Most people have contact of some sort . . . hugs, a touch on the arm. With a significant other maybe some kissing and snuggling. The combination of being single and moving . . . I don't think I've been touched once in the two months I've been here, and I find myself craving the simplest of physical contact.
Yesterday I had one of those moments where I closed my eyes for a bit and breathed in the essence of longing. I think I would cheerfully murder someone for a hug.
Ah, damn. I'm so lonely.
And it's probably not going to change anytime soon.
I have my waking dreams about the smell of skin . . . No one in specific anymore, just an ambiguous stretch between neck and shoulder for me to bury my face in and just breathe. Funny all the little things you take for granted, then miss so much when you're alone.
I've found this one song that I don't really like, but the lyrics perfectly express the way I feel, so I'm listening to it over and over again with my eyes half-closed thinking, I know this. I've had a lot of time lately to think about just how lonely I am. People all around and still I'm so alone. I don't want to go on and on about it, but it's there.
It's hard to describe, but I almost need a snuggle buddy. I'm a bit tentative in describing this, because it could be easily misunderstood, but it would be sort of nice to have someone to lean up and and rest against. Ah hell, the words aren't coming right now. I'm just too tired and too drained to think of what to say. Goin' to sleep now.
Some form of affection. Or even just to have my cousin call me sweetie over the internet again. We take it where we can get it. I cannot take things like this for granted anymore.
/ M
It sounds a little odd to say it like that, but it's true. Most people have contact of some sort . . . hugs, a touch on the arm. With a significant other maybe some kissing and snuggling. The combination of being single and moving . . . I don't think I've been touched once in the two months I've been here, and I find myself craving the simplest of physical contact.
Yesterday I had one of those moments where I closed my eyes for a bit and breathed in the essence of longing. I think I would cheerfully murder someone for a hug.
Ah, damn. I'm so lonely.
And it's probably not going to change anytime soon.
I have my waking dreams about the smell of skin . . . No one in specific anymore, just an ambiguous stretch between neck and shoulder for me to bury my face in and just breathe. Funny all the little things you take for granted, then miss so much when you're alone.
I've found this one song that I don't really like, but the lyrics perfectly express the way I feel, so I'm listening to it over and over again with my eyes half-closed thinking, I know this. I've had a lot of time lately to think about just how lonely I am. People all around and still I'm so alone. I don't want to go on and on about it, but it's there.
It's hard to describe, but I almost need a snuggle buddy. I'm a bit tentative in describing this, because it could be easily misunderstood, but it would be sort of nice to have someone to lean up and and rest against. Ah hell, the words aren't coming right now. I'm just too tired and too drained to think of what to say. Goin' to sleep now.
Some form of affection. Or even just to have my cousin call me sweetie over the internet again. We take it where we can get it. I cannot take things like this for granted anymore.
/ M