My mind is going around in many tangents tonight. Thinking...dreaming...wishing...wanting. I don't like it when I get like this. Wanting too much and not being able to have it. I don't ask for much from someone. Just good conversation, to be held, to be loved, to be needed. Why is this so difficult for some? Why do we hide like mushrooms in the dark only venturing forth after a rainstorm of emotions? We guard our hearts as if they were made of the strongest gold and yet, they are as fragile as glass. What I want in life...someone to listen to me. Someone to hear me. Someone for me.