Just when you need a hug...

... you turn around and you find you're alone. And then you have a dialog. You turn on the music. You write. You read. You stand in the balcony and feel the chill of the gusty wind and feel its power. You reminisce. You ask and you decide not to answer. You ask and you hate the answers. You look around. You wonder. You let the tears flow unabated, silently, lest anyone but you hears the pain. You decide to let your mind rest and embrace the land of Nod. You hope to wake to a pregnantl dawn.

But that's the way it's always been. Why should it surprise me?

(I hug me).