Overwhelmed!

Have you ever been in such a need for a hug that it hurt? To be overwhelmed by the feeling that the only thing able to stop and calm your feelings of pent up anger and resentment is that gentle, but firm, squeeze of someone's arms wrapped around you? To have that simple, caring, reassuring action done for you to show that things aren't as bad as they seem; to be shown you're not alone.
That was me, whilst waiting on Monument Bridge, at 5:40pm today. A lone figure in the crowd, silently and patiently waiting for the bus home. Head held high, intently gazing into the middle-distance, all the time feeling like I was crumbling inside.
At that point in time nothing else mattered or was needed. I desperately needed to be able to melt into that invisible person's warm embrace. The embrace that would make me come back to reality and to my senses. It would have allowed me to forget all the worries of my day; to blot out the tiredness and weariness of events going on around, and because of, me; to allow for a small oasis of serenity in the spinning vortex that seems to be my existance at the moment.





