Who else?

Ruminating on the fantasies of companionship,

I find myself dazed by the intangible idea of fellowship.

In the crowd, words do not find me and I become bereft of speech,

My mind promenades, the words are too far out of reach.

Carefully fumbling through my cards, cautious to not make a fool of myself.

One misstep of my fingers and I must retreat back to my domicile.

How does one acquire such elegance and confidence in the midst of outsiders?

How do I, too, become that personage of intrepidity and grace?

God, would you give me that grace?

Will you grant me the power, the vitality?

Even I wish to be surmounted by my very own venturesomeness.

 It is almost unfathomable. 

My intentions are only pure, allocable .

My fervent passions overflow me like a dam and there is no one to help me contain it,

I feel myself succumbing into a fit.

Madness, insanity, desperation. 

Take my hand, we will dive into hysteria.

The state of my loneliness has become my cage of dysphoria. 

The voices are reverberating, singing songs of reconciliation?

If not to be surrounded by good company might I perhaps become my own thy companion? 

If not me, then who else?

Who else will accompany me in shared predilections unknown to the common man?

Who else will join me in mutual merriment over the acapella of the cosmos? 

I do not give a damn about ethnos. 

damn it. 

Damn it all.

Your conceptualizations and identifications are insignificant to my affections. 

All I ask is for you to look beyond my apprehensions. 

My diffidence is not my only extension.