a longing that some how still exists

        
       
    a longing still exists; for locked eyes, and a gentle kiss; soft skin, to cuddle with....        
       
   away from the wars outside the doors; there's nothing that I'd long for more....        
       
  than to feel other than the skin one's in; from infactuation to passionate....        
       
 to be not as much in one's mind as one has been; turned all the way on, from a cute grin....        
       
  loneliness feels like lung congestion; or like a lung that's missing....        
       
 though an abundance of pain from the outdoor world runs rampant; like a bite that leads to an infection....        
       
a powerful perception; that makes it hard to form connection; numbing has been the way to cope with it....this pre apocalypse.....