I have chosen to stare at a blank space.
Something that I usually do.
The feeling isn't that different,
The emptiness still remains true.
For the years of my existence,
I have always searched for life's essence.
I thought I found it in two,
But to that, I failed miserably, too.
I yearn for someone.
Someone I could talk to..
About everything, anything actually.
Someone who'll provide good conversation.
Good conversation -- that's what I've always admired.
Someone who will listen.
One who'll just stare at me.
With pure silence, one who will understand.
While some have tried to be that person,
I can't let them.
They are not just that person.
Fear.
I don't want to waste either of our time figuring things out.
Trying if it'll work.
That's why I've spared them and myself the problem.
My liking is of singular preference.
That unique factor I can't fathom.
I want someone to hug me every morning.
Someone who'll fool me as I go to sleep and tell me that things will be okay.
I am full of love.
And I want to share this.
Share this with someone not necessarily special,
No, I'm not looking for that.
Someone who'll undestand is enough.