I'm good at being alone.
I'm productive, happy and calm.

But sometimes I can't shake the feeling
Of wanting someone.

Someone to vent to,
To talk about meaningless things,
To talk about serious things.

Someone who knows when I'm sad,
Who knows what to say,
When to say it.
Even if it makes me mad.

Someone who knows me inside out,
Who knows the lines of my hands and the chips in my bones,
Better than myself.

Someone who is there,
Just there,
Nothing else.

Someone just like me but nothing like me.
But I can't clone myself yet.

18.05.15