Finding my way

It was one of those weeks where I actually would have liked to have someone. Well, not even a whole someone really. Just parts would do. A shoulder. A couple of arms. That sensation of safe harbor. I don’t even need to talk about it. I don’t need solutions or a place to dump it all. I have no desire to transfer the weight of my worries. It just would have been nice to rest. To drop anchor and breathe in a warm soul. I seldom feel the need or notice the lack of it anymore, but every now and then this drifting on a wide open sea feels less free and more aimless. Discombobulating. I like that word. I like less the feeling of it. I just have to turn around. Stop looking for a place to pull into shore and just train my eye on the horizon instead. I have everything I need. The vessel beneath my feet. The loves and joys I carry with me. They will hold me. They will let me rest. I have everything I need. I just forgot for a bit.