Need a hug...

In blissfulness (if there is such a word) knowing moments are short, time is precious, and lingering imaginations of what things can be at another time, or another place; I am finding more and more of myself. Being detached from it all these years, find slowly back to the way I was. To find fulfilment without the background feelings of anxiety. To be content. Like the way the wind lulls waves to the shore and then back again in the balmy summers, I too long for a place where only I know. With someone so familiar that I do not hesitate to say anything or do anything.

For real, my multifaceted identity shall be uncovered.

I need a hug. It's been too long.