Arms

[etherial]

I can feel them. Usually only at night or when I'm depressed, but they're always there - arms, big and strong and warm and soft, holding me and protecting me, reassuring me that everything will be alright. You see, despite what all my love interests seem to think, I was not made to walk this Earth alone, and it hurts, it pains me to know so constantly, so intimately, how I am supposed to feel. I need your arms around me, to keep the world from falling apart.

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A little from Column A, A little from Column B.

[etherial.livejournal.com]

I desperately want to really trust someone. Anyone. One of the little dichotomies of my life is that I trust absolutely no one. I believe everyone is out only for themselves, that they will ruin things, on purpose or by accident, pretty much all the time, and everytime I do trust someone, in even the smallest way, I get burned. The flipside of that dichotomy is that I have infinite faith in humanity. I believe that, deep down, we can all become good people and be subject to one another, building up that which always seems to be taken down.

Where was I? I want someone I can trust. I want someone I can tell my secrets and problems to and expect them to be able to help me with those problems and keep those secrets. Yes, literally, I want someone to hold me and run their fingers through my hair and tell me that everything is alright. But more importantly, I want to be able to believe them, and to find out when I wake up in the morning, that that belief was true, that that faith is justified, and that that trust is earned.

[sabazinus.livejournal.com]

Hiya, saw this post via a friend's friend page.

Although what you're saying is gloomy...there's something almost poetic about it. Something sweet and gentle.

And since you also sound like you need some cheering, here's a *HUG*