Longing..

Sigh.

Longing for another touch; the all-too-familiar scent..

Sitting around, thinking of you and the next time we meet sends me into this turmoil of never ending yearning - like a child waiting to feel his first touch of wet grass after a rainy afternoon.

Your presence overwhelms me.

The urge to look away when i drift into the state of mind i fight hard to not indulge in..overwhelms me.

But, i know you're there. Just beyond the glass wall - you're there. I want nothing more but to reach over and bring you close but, Heh..it's like trying to land on the Sun - impossible.

Realising how naive it is pushes me into this wave of fixation that most call 'reality'. And when it hits, it hits oh so very hard to the point where drowning and letting go plays like a broken record in my head as it crawls out of my subconscious mind.

Maybe it's nothing more than just a passing..

But now..picking up and moving on is almost close to being hard.

Siti