watching you sleep angelic & troubled
i look for solace in any physical contact.

i dont like to be touched.
i ache for any physical manifestation of love.

all that time missing you
i shook a few hands.

no one really touches me but you.
i never thought i would hunger so to be touched.

i cried.
you touched me.
an anchor to prevent a complete dissolution of self.














why i am
a nomad: