Sometimes I miss it and project this missing piece onto something else.
Sometimes I can tell that I am lacking something, but mostly I am unable to name it.
But then in a tiny moment of a regular thought, it appears to me.
I can’t tell how. It is physical closeness.
I don’t know how.
I just mean being close to someone.
Feel the warmth of another person.
Listen to the heartbeat of the other person.
But then this tiny moment in a regular thought disappears into the hectics of the modern life.