i've got an itch--

but i can't figure out how to scratch it.

it's an internal itch

that lies somewhere in my chest.

it comes and goes, ebbs and flows.

it makes me want to do something rash.

i think, i ponder what would scratch.

i listen.

it calls for good company, for laughter, for light.

for easy conversation and quick banter.

everyday life forgotten.

time stands still.

eternity within my grasp.

it longs to be carefree, uncalculated, irrational.

for something new and fresh.

awash with passion.

the familiar left behind.

eternity with my grasp.

i long for eternity within my grasp.