Loose ends

Just saw this movie - "Vickie Cristina Barcelona".

Beautiful, albeit... ummm... slightly weird, movie this.

But I have noticed that I get this odd uneasy feeling, an uncommon feeling of haplessness when I see movies like VCB or read books like "English, August"... storylines that talk about the hollowness of many of our lives's pursuits... of the continous search with no end in sight... loose ends...

Wonder why... not sure...

Sometimes...

Sometimes...

All you need is a patient ear,

Sometimes,

You want a hug, a warm embrace

 

Sometimes,

You need the hug, the warm embrace

 

Sometimes,

You want someone to say “It’s ok, tough luck”

 

Sometimes,

You feel cold, and want some warmth,

 

Sometimes,

You feel hot and tired, and need a cool calm,

 

Sometimes,

 you just want to be alone,

Sometimes,

you just don't, can't,

Sometimes,

you want to just go away with someone,

Sometimes,

you want someone to take you away,

Sometimes,

you want answers,

Sometimes,

you don't want to hear even a single question,

Sometimes,

you just want to break, out, free, away...

There are many such times, not sometimes, often... But there isn't that someone, just no one.