I need to feel your touch,
I need your understanding, I need your love,
You tell me that you love me so,
You tell me that you care,
But when I need you, (BABY)
Baby, (You’re never there).
Never There, by Cake
This song plays on repeat in my head all… day… long. The long distance we have has nothing to do with mileage. Our distance has to do with something we have yet to uncover or understand. Despite our continued work on us, I often feel lost and alone. Without this connection I sometimes feel like a single father, a house keeper, a handyman, a personal chef, a sugar daddy, an untouchable piece of eye candy, and a virile young man lacking a partner. You’re buried in a magazine at breakfast, deep in some reality show at night, flipping the pages of the latest trashy novel, reading through Facebook on your phone in bed, adding more pins to your Pinterest board, or stressing about the smallest details that are our of our control.
Time is slow, life is short.