Deserted. Bereft. Left behind. I want so badly to hold on to someone but I am afraid they'd just fall right through me. I am seperated and in need. I reach out like a child would to its mother in desperate times, but only cold responds. I cry, not knowing what has happened but only what i feel. In yearning for that comforting hug, I wait, soon to realize I am the only one there. Tired eyes become home to quiet tears. Quiet like dead winter. I just want to have someone hold me,caress me close, rocking me slowly like a sleepy infant, hushing my cries sweetly. I want to feel the warmth of someone and finally feel like i have somewhat of a grip. I want to feel confident enough that as soon as i fall asleep, it wont just slip away from me forever. Upon that sleep I want to stay, where someones' gentle-sweet but assuring voice soothes me honestly, comfirming its presence and promise to never leave me. I want it to break this feeling of forlorn and deprivity before The Cloaked One comes. Leaving me alone and dead...dead like winter.
very true.
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