Tonight I feel human. I dared to hope for something all souls crave. I dared to consider taking tentative steps forward to what draws all humans like moths to a flame. For a small amount of time, I allowed myself to desire that elusive warmth which I consider nearly impossible to obtain. I almost allowed myself to believe that I could lay the most fragile part of myself in someone else's hands.
Almost.
Now I am feeling the twinge of sorrow and longing that accompanies the undesired acceptance that my former belief was true. I won't, probably can't find anyone I could trust enough to do so. So tonight I feel human. And am hating myself for it.
