So I want that–
the album art of Kings of Convenience incarnating itself in my disconnected days.
I want the touch of a person beside me breathing,
creating a place where my day to day gets noticed.
Not independent, but connected, wholly needing, completely wanting just to touch, just knowing someone is there, that we care about more then just our “faith”-which has turned so cold in my arms.
Bring me the blanket of broken relationships, the warm tears of connected imperfection
the incomparable beauty of unconditional acceptance, the real smile in loving the only way we know how.
Hoping that a genuine relationship is more than just an old wives tale,
Caring more then just the next laugh, or the comfortable flow of non-confrontational conversation.
I want to touch, I want a crash, I want my pieces to be broken and mixed in with yours.
I think the cuts might heal us both.
Stop my individualistic bullshit, I want community.