Here I am, distributing little droplets of honesty.
Where I decided I do not like to lie or bend the truth and I wish I could tell
you those things that I know I should not; because we are not close, not like
that. But I’m a yearner and I remain so – forever, and probably more. Longer,
for the longest time, I’ll keep on craving just a bit more than I can get. More
than you can give – and it’s no fault of yours. Or mine. Perchance no fault at
all, just the way things are.