Loneliness

"Without physical touch, the mind loses it's ground"

How impossible it is to stay grounded when everything around you feels so disconnected. I look at you and I recognize you, but what do you see when you look at me? When our eyes meet, what do they say? Mine desperately want to speak honestly but fear they don't match yours. It's easier to look away. When the meeting of eyes is difficult, imagine the meeting of hands, of arms to torso. What emotion lies behind each touch, each look. For me, there are a million possibilities.