I'm a good hugger.

At least, everyone says that I am.

I try to hug myself,

So that I can feel my own embrace.

But it just doesn't feel quite the same.

I wish I could feel that loving tenderness.

I wish I could feel what I put out into the

void,

This little world that we live in.

But maybe,

I think,

And therefore,

I am not.

© ST.Mortenson