sleepy girl

Started writing this about 4 times tonight. There's so much I want to say and just can't find the words for. I can't, at least, find words that are not repetitious and thus become pointless in many ways.

I want to write about how fast time is moving. How soon I'll be back in Ohio, being made to settle a bit for a while when what I want to be doing is traveling. I want to write about gazes. About catching them, ignoring them, sending them, and being unsure of their context and meaning. I want to write about the feeling I always get when standing around at the session 2 dances during American Pie. I want to say how glad I am to have come to Palo Alto for the summer. To have made the drive and to be making it back home again. But none of it is really working tonight.

Its been a good week, but what I could use now is a few good hugs. Nothing is wrong. Nothing has happened. I just seem to be a little unfulfilled these last couple days. Chalk it up to stress, exhaustion, or just the need for contact, but I want to be curled up in a ball in someone else's arms until I drift to sleep. If I could chose anything for tonight, that would be it. "You know there are fours words I need to hear before I go to sleep. Four little words. 'Good night sweet girl.' That's all it takes."