Alone alone
It's this silence that weighs heavier today than usual.
Sometimes I wish someone would simply fill it with a breath warm, calm, genuine.
Not with words, but with a presence that wants nothing, just is.
I'm not longing for just anyone.
I'm longing for a person where closeness isn't an effort.
Someone who understands that touch doesn't always mean skin, but also thoughts, attention, the way someone listens.
I wish for depth, not drama.
Glances that linger longer than necessary.
A moment where time stands still, because you're understood without needing to explain.
Maybe that's too much to ask in a world that wants everything fast.
But somewhere between longing and calm lies this desire for genuine closeness – not loud, not demanding, simply genuine.
