As I rummage through any writting worthy surface, I can’t help but wonder why. Why do I hunger so much for this? I crave you, more then air. Any sound that may pass through your lips, any word from your finger tips. I want it all. Every syllable penned out, every thought recorded in any way, is like a window to another dimension. A gate way into your mind. Your thought process and feelings haunt me. My heart aches for you. You’ve spoiled me, for I can no longer sleep alone. What could I ever do with out you? What meaning would life have? Sure, succses may come and the days may pass, but what would the point be? This hole in my heart can only be filled by you, real and tangabile or a lead and carbon copied finger print that falls just a stone throw away from satisfaction.