Haunting Questions

A hug sometimes to comfort me, sometimes to comfort yourself. 

A gentle squeeze of hand sometimes to give me confidence, sometimes to yourself.

A shared silence where you know you are close.

So much gets lost in the name of "responsibility".

Can I be "irresponsible" then?

Why is intimacy only physical? Why can't it transcend to emotional?

Where do I derive strength from ? Physical or emotional or responsible?


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