Irritable

It's odd.

Sometimes i'm perfectly content with the mundanity of my life and other times I feel restless

Like i'm in persuit of someone that soothes it, that makes me understand it, that is meant to fill it, it being that itch for someone right, and not neccasarilly to fill my life or my night

I never find the right person

It's like being a child and loosing your parents hand in the crowd and searching and seeing a head and shirt that looks like one they have, only to touch their shoulder and see the wrong face

I meet someone hoping they can ease my restlessness. Listen, talk, understand and disagree the perfect amount. 

I usually find solace with strangers, the vaguer the details about them the more closely they fit the person I envision if that makes sense :P

The mystery, and magic some strangers have about them is utterly entralling, and most people like to talk about themselves and usually thats perfectly fine with me, but again, strangers are exhausting in their own way. The delicate balance between the distrust of stranger danger and the trust of i'll never see her again anyway, is quite a balance indeed

Those close to you always dissipoint in someway.. too dramatic, too boy desperate, too intolerable, too judgemental, too intrusive, too far, too talkative, too cold.

I think i'll have to accept noone person can fit what i'm looking for, instead, i'll have to be satisfied with temporarily having filled part of the mold, but never all of it simultaneously