These looks. These glances. These touches. These are welcomed distractions from the ruin and poison I see. They are distractions from pain and disgust. In these distractions I feel free because for a single moment I am able to be me; away from the distractions of ruin, poison, pain and disgust.
Which is 10 reasons why I need her. Not the present her. Not the distraction--her...
The ghost her. The myth her. The her that that is a contrast to all I see. The her who I have to believe in.
These moments are nice, so are these touches, but it isn't what I want.
Today's weather is introspective and lonely with a 100% chance of thoughts of lost loves.