There is something we all want.
There is something we are all looking for:
A piece of bread, a quiet room, a pair of jeans made just for us.
Fingers intertwined, an old song, soft touches in the night.
These things come. And these things go.
And now we’re looking again, wanting, wanting…
We don’t have the words for how much…this wanting.
Our hands are not the hands of a child anymore.
They have become someone else’s hands.
Our thoughts are not the thoughts we thought in our youth.
They have come down to us filtered by a thousand other minds.
More at the source: What You’re Looking For, You Already Are – Rahim Snow