Yearning

Every touch that alights on my shoulder

I turn to,

like a sunflower following the sun,

as a deep ache within me

is soothed (tamed) for a while.

Though I hold myself behind

tsunami walls,

I yearn for more –

as a princess in a glass castle does,

wondering what the horizon holds.

A/N: I’m not the type of person who likes to touch others, even if it’s for a hug, and sometimes I’m a bit touch-averse… But there are days where like a simple pat on the shoulder makes me so happy. It’s slightly pathetic…

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