Craving companionship, but not anyone's.
Craving attention, but only someone's.
Craving feeling, at it's most raw and purest.
Craving from the world, but desiring from no one.
We are creatures with odd, but common wishes.
What we want, how we want it ... maybe taught, maybe engraved ... repeats itself time after time, year after year, from place to place, and from one person to another.
Commonly odd things that tie each and every one of us together as tightly as the skin's own embrace.
