I hear the whispers,
Hatred, sadness, peace and love,
No emotion,
No life,
Nothing.
See the darkness,
Feel the shadows,
Taste the longing
And the craving
To love.
I cannot love,
For I cannot hug-
Touch,
Caress.
Story of my life... I have a difficulty having any form of physical contact because I hate pressure on my arms, ribs and stomach. I detest hugs - they mean nothing to me and I always feel more uncomfortable afterwards. It's awkward - I wrote this is less than 5 minutes when I was feeling down... so it's not brilliant. But still, thanks for reading ! :)
