Sometimes . . .


Sometimes I get lonely.

Sometimes I long to hold and hug and
kiss someone.

Sometimes I long for someone to
hold and hug and kiss me.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be
like to be in a relationship.
What would it be like
sharing my innermost thoughts
and making myself vulnerable?
What would it be like to
be so close to another human being?
So close our souls intertwine.

And then I become afraid.
I become so afraid.
I fear intimacy and
the thought of being hurt.
I flee.

I run to my head for the safety of
my Inner Sanctum.
And once there,
I hide inside books and ideas.

And then, sometimes after a while,
I get lonely.

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I am Minnie and Chic's son.