when i am with you i am young. dependent. not a child, just vulnerable. seeking your eyes. feeling them as i stand over the kitchen sink, singing to myself and breathing in the morning sun. i don’t know tomorrow from yesterday, i just know that i’m quiet. wishing for a semblance of security, family, closeness, affection. i don’t care anymore about those little things – be my home and give me love. whoever that face is, let it be okay that i am many facets of the same stone, love that you can’t pin me down completely but that when you want me, you only want me. in my mind i am spinning, waiting to be stopped. i sit in the sun and my feet are tired, my eyes are heavy. i walk blindly into the new week.