Cleaning House

Sifting through the detritus of my mind looking for a morsel, I scour the expanse of all I've ever been. perhaps there is a clue that will lead me to a new sensation. One unfelt before, or at least in ages. Possibilities are everywhere, and if given chances, they can become these wanted feelings. This isolation has grown old, and the comfort I once took in my ability to exist alone has has deteriorated into a bitter aftertaste. I just want to smile. I don't think that is too much to ask for. When time strips everything else away, it's the enjoyment of another's company that ultimately remains.