(20 mins later)

"I had a thought before I put pen to paper, I would know what to write. And, yet no word to paper that matters comes to me. Although thoughts go to and fro within my meaniless mind. I find myself wanting alone time, yet not wanting a single soul gone from my presense. But a moment of sweet silence, which is to say, to sit with someone with perfect understanding. That there is nothing more to say or do, but sit there with honest silence, and from time to time a gaze not a stare. That...That would be nice."