the desire to be seen is alluring,
isolating idealist thought.
being seen,
listened to,
kissed caressed, intimate
and candid, is what i desire
yet
i seldom experience it.
we distract ourselves with lies of intimacy,
we perform actions that lack true intent,
true conviction,
yet
we sometimes find ourselves seeking out
this shallow and superficial experience.
the allure of being perceived and loved,
is a beautiful feeling.
searching for that illumination,
that person that will
see me,
for my
night time musings and ruminations
jubilant enthusiasm,
healthy devotion, complex and
at times vexatious
nature, has not saved me from this
desire or feeling.
perhaps, being in my youth, my Golden era,
won’t permit me the twigging i desire.
time and intent will tell.