(I carry it in my heart)

At last, at last, at last, the clouds aren’t plaguing my night sky
I just spent two hours lying on my car hood, looking at the stars, pondering them, reciting E.E Cumming’s poem-
I’ve memorized the whole thing. Every word. A shame that I’m not certain on what the title actually is.
Lying there reminded me of a poem I wrote a very long time ago. The stars were calling my name or something. I forgot what I was talking about, figured I just threw together pretty words to make an appealing piece. Oh but I think I’ve added meaning where there was none before. I want to share with someone, I want to show them, the way the universe makes me feel. How fulfilled, how little, how awe-inspired, how beautiful, how drifting. There’s so much I want, need, to do in this minuscule slice of eternity I’ve been given to experience consciousness. I really need someone to see the urgency in touching the world around us. Because I don’t want to wander around alone. It’s such a rare thing to connect to anyone at all, to do so in a way that we relate on what we are thinking and feeling rather than on personality traits is even rarer.

I want to travel the planet with someone.