Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Touch - 24th Nov '08

Sometimes I just want to be. Why push myself out of that slumber... that cozy slumber. Always, my biggest longing... a hug! Will this loss last forever? I want the love of my mother and brothers and sisters... and for intimacy a lover.

Oh messed up racing mind
It seems I chose to be alone
Heaven is a sound mind
I can't untangle it all
Pointless words... where is touch?

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