I look at the fire because it is so beautiful. Crackling at me while I wish I had someone at my side, to hold my hand, and whisper sweet secrets in my ear, and to hear them laugh when I tell them my fears, while roasting marshmallows and drinking tea.

I wish I had that someone.

Drip, drop, down my nose. It hurts, yet so satisfying. I wish I could run down the corridor, screaming like a child. But I know I could never.
Into the infante darkness of frustration. There's nowhere to go but down.

I could lie here and think for hours on end. But stress wakes me and welcomes me to reality.As I listen I sing a happy tune, but inside I'm crying out for my non existent savers.