recursive

I was thinking last night about what people want from each other.

They want some one to hold them close at night. They want some one to think they are worth a damn. They want someone to think of them with depths of emotion. They want to matter to someone. They want people to notice their absence from the room. They want a them sized hole in someone else's soul. They want their lives to have left an impression behind on the world.

I hope they all get it.