In wish i had someone who cared for me unconditionally. Like a bear cares for her cubs. Like a bird in the meadow awaiting the worms to exit the crust of the earth. That it's almost like death without it. Death is something that i fear the most. But doing apart is like death itself. In want to be one as a whole not one as a piece. A piece of something i am not. I hate being alone like the midst of death. Like urning for life. Not weakness or seperation. I sufforcate in the fumes of my scarce fear of death. But my anger is that mix of fear, shame, and despair. If only my heart urned for something more. More than most. the thing i urn for is.... Love....