So I sit in the corner of the room
And I will myself to conjure something
An aura
A pulse
A telepathic beacon
Anything.

I can almost feel my bone marrow
Shudder and weep
Against this powder keg of neurosis.

I just want that eye contact from a stranger,
That speaks a language
Beyond that of the most effacious of tongues,
And stretches beyond time and space
To comfort me.

“I see you
And I understand
And I know you and I love you
Even though we have never met.
You are beautiful
And you shouldn’t worry so much.”

More than this;
I wish I had the power to do this for someone else.