Talk of friends

    Grateful that chaos from work has ceased until
tomorrow. Looking upon the cooling evening sky I
hold tight to a possibility that friendships can see
all.

     Holding high a hope that one, any friend contacts
me and asks of a conversation. Only briefly. Ah how
entertaining this would be. Nice to escape the hectic
day and home life to be in awe. To sit with a great
big smile facing anyone who wanted to experience
something with me. Minus all expenses. Just in
the company. Enjoying moment.

     Ah indeed this is a story, a dream I clearly
would like to feel. Right down to the millisecond. Still
so much is left opened. Care to just in? Please do.

   How to separate myself from all that is digging
down inside me. Scarring me. Branding me. Ah I need
a release. Perhaps now is the good time to bring
IPod to ears and drift to crafting table. Ah what
do you think dear friend of mine?

   Would conversation with someone outside be
considered an escape? Oh yes. Even if for a few
random moments.

   Ransacking the mind I play upon words. Caressing
the memories of laughter. Time when I was shy
and learning of one. Yes I even, still, blush.

   A giggle echoes deep within soul. Creating grand
vibrations throughout spirit. Yes Jehovah heard my
cry for joy. Did you?

   Sitting here contemplating what all that is
demanding attention. A slight pinch of an ache. Oh
how the eyes beckon for one hug. Ah I grind my
teeth hoping to push away that dream, that memory.

   Still it is a grand one. Holding tightly I laugh. Maybe
all in a cynical way. Not really intending to sound as
though. Just hope. Just remember.

   Change? Yes all is around for a reason. Still I
recall. Licking my lips to say something. Clearing my
throat only to have a whisper of words exit.

   Did you hear them upon the cooling navy night
air? Listen carefully.

        Would you too like a hug? Wrapped tight.