Love Through A Straw

Sometimes, it becomes really difficult for me to summarize my thoughts and feelings. Like right now, for instance. There's a lot I want to write about, but nothing seems to be getting along well with words. It's been like that for a week. I put off writing here because I cannot make sense of my thoughts in another language than my own. That's what happens sometimes.

I miss the man I love
The telephone is colder than anything
Not phobic but afraid of pushing the other away
This lack of physical contact makes the fear all the more tangible
I'm not feeling down or blue or sad I guess I just wonder
All the beauty all those feelings and the intensity
The prospect of living love through a straw
For the next four months