Why this restlessness? Why does my heart not relent this torture? I think therefore it is; how do I decide to be happy without a kiss? That is my happiness, lips locked in the passion that tears their souls apart. That moment that two bodies and one soul are all that exist in all the universe. Seems to me only one person can ever kiss you that well. Is she found and lost? Was that dream real, or just the fantasy of a wanderer, longing for love? Is love the fantasy, or is love my fantasy alone?

It must be mine; for I see them there. Young hearts on a bench in a park, kissing in the night as the fishers, passers by, the stars watch with heart-warmed jealousy at these two who are so alone but for themselves. Was that us once, or was I alone and she surrounded; could I have ever been that unfair?

How did I ever get this far? Searching and dreaming, waiting for a way, have I been wrong all this time. Is the distance beyond my reach? Is love the answer? Can my existence alone save me?

So many questions, and the answers, like rain in the desolation of the Sahara. Maybe this is what he means; maybe I am tired of thinking about it. It has been my life.