NEED OF DATING
Lonely roads and dried leaves rustling on them.
The chilly winds touching your face, your hands, your soul…
Lonesome…all around…all around.in the crowd.
With no tender touch from the very beginning
No embrace of warmth…
Of gentleness penetrating your soul…
An awkward silence
A misty grief
Shunned years, of no one to awake from the dreary sleep.
So, basically let me do the impossible if delving into the very necessity of dating.
Can’t you be just satisfied with your own business rather than hunting for souls…is your life that hollow or is the vacuum too widespread that it cannot be compressed? Less dating…less affairs…less divorces…less of everything that this package comes along with. But then, somewhere within yourself, you do acknowledge, that it is necessary for the very social animal that breeds in us, for the desire to be looked, heard and admired…for the desire to be explored in the way one can only do oneself.
Its not always parents and friends that have to be in the home sweet home picture. Theres so much more to it… that has to be left unsaid…rather than to grope hopelessly in search of words in the darkness of profoundness.