Again

I cannot quite stand the person that I have turned out to be and I start to wonder if those around me feel the same. Maybe. The truth is in my hands and I know the lines written on my palm. The colors of it resonates in my heart. The sea and the skies would never merge. The closest I'd get to the merger is to stand at the highest point of the boat and admire the horizon where the sea and the skies share an intimate moment. The gentlest whisper could cause a rush of blood to the points of love. And that is the truth: I am waiting for someone to carry my heart in her own soul to ease the pains of yesterday. Sometimes I worry I'd never be loved. Why would anyone do? I still cannot figure anything about me worth loving for. Again...