My days are sometimes too dark,and my nights are sometimes too long.
I often trip over my own insecurities.
I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired.
I use music to speak when words fail me, even though words are as
important to me as the air I breathe.
I love hard, and with all that I have . . . and even with my faults, I am worth loving. "
I think my soul is hungry for something that is almost impossible to experience in human form...a melding with another on every level in such a way that you come away from the experience much like two bubbles that have coalesced--never again to return to the ignorant feeling of separateness.