in my solitude...

the closeness is something you never stop missing. bodies just a breath away from actually touching. you see, I can do without sex, I've lasted quite a while now, and the companionship is something that I hardly even think about, but the closeness...

I have this weakness for the right girl right next to me. she doesn't even have to be in love with me (although that would be a plus for once), just close enough for me to know that she wants to be near me. close enough that it's her choice to share the same air, the same space. it's a high like no other.

I had a few seconds of that, and it was bliss. enough to carry me for a few more weeks, and inspire the type of longing that I had reserved for women I knew I would never meet.

passion, desire, lust, want. necessity?

I've always wondered where that fit in with feeling.

manic

p.s. she asked me if I saw star wars