lonelies

feeling the missing pieces of the puzzle of my dreams cuz the picture of my dreams (not that anyone could paint if, ah, only if someone could be the portrait of my love dontcha know :)

where were we?... ah yes, lamenting the missing pieces, specifically, the missing piece traditionally called the one (and i was using the term long before the elton john song of the same name, but the song did so well fit after all, all i've ever needed cha know :)

we were going somewhere, really... ah yes, somewhere, somehow, somewhere... romantic tragedies so easily float around in my head when the lonies rise from the depths of desires for love and companionship and partnership and romance and falling... the hunger to fall in love used to be much stronger than it is in recent years, but it still exists somewhere withint the busy whirlwind of the life i still loosely call mine...

wonderful :)