I feel so alone. I wish I could cry into somebody’s arms.The sadness is so wrenching, the loneliness overwhelming like a flood.It’s not fair.It’s not fair.Longing for stillness. No judgement. No questioning. No advising.Just presence.Simply that.There’s a dearth of comfort in this desert of urbanity and daily life. My bones tremble with unassuaged longing for warmth. My tortured spirit longs for harbor.Relationship thwarted. Again. And again. Fruitful, seedless, sweet melancholy.