Obsession

"Hello, the caller you are trying to reach is not available. Please leave a message at the beep."
-beep-
"HEY, It's your BEST FRIEND, yeah I've been DRINKING tonight. A LOT. I find it odd that I'm missing you even though you're a stone throw's away from me, don't you?!? Well... bye."
Another night. Another evening I want nothing more than to wander the streets with my thoughts and myself.
But No.
Surrounded by people who care, but who do not see.  Drowning I am. Drowning in ill measures and pure intentions. The wires match up but there are no sparks. Just a spark is all that is needed to start this fire. Combustion. A reaction. Is that too much to ask? A simple spark with friction among the thighs and torso and delicate parts.
I'm sad. You've made me sad. I hope that makes You sad.
Though we are at our weakest there is no spilling of guts, except in the literal sense beside the curb for which my hat goes off to.

Walk down the street
Stare at the horizon as the sun goes down and comes up,
Know that you will never be so earth shattering or magnificent.
I will see it everyday and every night beyond the crashing waves. At war with themselves for eternity, cursed like Man.
Reveling.
However it isn't the meridian that keeps me up at night.