Tonight, amidst the shimmering glow of Christmas lights, I found myself entangled in a quiet symphony of solitude. The streets glittered with luminous hues whispering tales of warmth, yet my heart cried with a longing for touch; a tender embrace beneath the sanctuary of blankets.
As I drove past, each flicker of light luminating a path towards detachment, unraveling the delicate essences that encompasses the fabric of who I am. So many tears leaked, not from sorrow, but from a soulful yearning, a conversation with loneliness that demanded acknowledgment.
In the silence, I reminded myself to breathe, to feel, to clear the mind. Yet, as thoughts dissolved, an unfilled void lingered, a gap within my existence that begged for recognition. I know I am complete, a whole as my myself, yet the heart whispered of the beauty in sharing wholes.
Amidst this quiet plea for companionship, I discovered a soft truth: the desire for another whole to hold is not a testament of inadequacy, but a celebration of the human essence, seeking connection in the soft glow of holiday magic. All I want for Christmas is to be held – a simple prayer, a quiet wish echoing through the corridors of my soul.