I desire warmth and Despise the void, Despite convincing myself that I was not missing anything And just dissatisfied with the "completeness". Realizations travel the more gentle current And you find them on shore in a slow succession. Picking up these messages, My hands do not feel frigid- A sensation my heart envies; It longs to outshine the sun. Now days will pass in a frenzy Searching for an embrace. A rendezvous with redamancy. (Beginning with myself.)