Zxiako

Today is one of those days that everything blurs and meshes together into a big pile of disinterest, lonliness, and useless ideas. Today I wanted to cling tightly to a familiar hand, feel the warmth of a body next to me. Contact. I wanted contact. I wanted to be drug out of my blurry dark confused day and be safe. I wasn't in any danger, but I need someone. I need something. A hug would be nice.

A little after five and the sun has began to set. The colors in the sky cast a warm orange glow over the water and sparkle in the eyes of passersby's. One person  in particular meets my eyes as he makes his way by me. "Hello." He says and I return his greeting. Alone on a darkening night I wonder at his intentions, but let go any bad thoughts I might have for the music playing softly in my ears. The cars arrive empty and the small amount of people at my stop board.  The back corner suffices to keep me away from anyone one else as I make my baggage into another passenger to my right. The man who'd greeted me chooses the seat right in front of

The ceiling light casts an orange glow about the room, over my features; its not appealing. It makes me feel angry, is that okay to feel from the shade of a light? While I am typing, the light reflects against the surface of my cell phones and catches my eyes and it brings my attention away and enthralls me for just a moment. Not long enough though and my thoughts continue to march through my head. I am not much for the lines of the curtains and how they break up the room or for the empty bed that makes my living space feel so lonely. Sometimes I think that I am supposed to feel this kind of anxiety, that it will some how make everything more