Feeling the urge to call you and you
To get back that old security blanket and find comfort where I did once before
But that blankets long since burned
Tattered to shreds and singed to bits
Its not there any longer
Only fading memories of safety and warmth
Talking to myself
I hold it all in,
One long winded conversation after another
Thoughts surround me
In front, below, behind and overhead
Challenging the facts and emotion struck ideas
Scribbling them out
I can’t push mute,
No button to pause
No emergency hatch
I want the easy
I want my one
But I can not see him?
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