Your fingers curl, your arm moves slightly, your eyes begin to water, then your lips feel strange. You're comfortable, but it doesn't seem quite right. You're not alone, and not quite lonely. Instead, you're almost jealous, but not in a bad way. You know, you see, you long to feel; or feel again. That itch that you never have to scratch, that feeling of belonging that you almost feel. The warmth you miss even if you've never felt it before. It's a missing word... Kind of like when you get comfortable, like on a soft couch, but you wiggle a little and become even more comfortable. I don't quite understand, but I'm not sure if I can or want to. But I'm always longing for it. Always like a fear, not at all then all of a sudden consumed, and forgotten just as fast.
