I just want to be held in someone’s arms,
tightly so I don’t break,
so tightly that nothing could ever catch me,
so tightly that I don’t have to be afraid,
so tightly that I wouldn’t mind if it
lasted for an impossible forever.
And so tightly, that even if the breath is being
stolen from my lungs, I am able to just  breathe.
To be with someone, is just a human
instinct; an irresistible desire, to be
irresistibly desired. It is inside all of us,
even inside the tallest of walls.
And to be just like that, for a long, long time,
and maybe feel, for just a moment,
that everything will be okay.
But as I search for the key, I realize
that I should never dream about something
that doesn’t exist.
And never will.